Cobbles wait to be trodden.
Cobbles
wait to be trodden.
Butterflys flutter by
this crooked flower twisted yellow
tortured body
Big noise from Winetka lingers on my left in the ear blown out
along the road.
Framed art fills my mind
When a man gets on the Beluga Caviar, well....
To the well one last time.
well water's run dry
well met
as well as message poems
"fingers of the sun"as well as on stone slabs.
well-known
according to a well-known anecdote, a cobbler detected a fault in
the shoe of a figure
well-defined
well-written
well-crafted
as well
as well.
My mind is too well-written.
men fear forgetting their minds men,
fear falling men
fear men
fear falling
fear
my mind
thots lernd
so well?
?