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
well-known
well-defined
well-written
well-crafted
My mind is too well-written.
Says
Huang-po says
men fear forgetting their minds men,
fear falling men
fear falling
fear men
fear
my mind
thots lernd
so well?
petals