should we

Faustroll

rebellious tadpoles

steam engine in mind

all at once I shouted at myself

an audience which

the cold light of

#12

#11

Slipped and tripped amid slushy mounds

#10

sent it coursing towards

utter detachment from what I

clung to springy stalks

floors, walls, puckered, ran

groan but once

descend to chatter

chatter to babble

babble to confusion

and from the depths

Looking out from within

Echo's of grey with settled fish detail

Grab the handle to drown

Scream

Industrial maze

Moleskin heaven

Working lunch

and from the left

Lust

Ego

'tis-but-a-scratch'

Catch as catch can

braggadocious

flâneurs

flâneurs

listen and I'll tell you why

Psyched

Harumph

working gloves

"Ohh"

"PRINCE"

clarity in a transparent way

impish, elusive

wherever she goes her aura will bear a permanent stain, like a thin layer of pollution hanging above the horizon in an otherwise clear blue sky.

Pinky

it was a night

Perpetual Motion Food Race

cracked transparency seen through aggressive parking