to bask in glory
for an accident
feels awkward

Mrs. Bigglesworth

four ways to fall in
and two hands to catch
are a dangerous mismatch

Dillo Fenderson

two topics
are too much
for three lines

Dillo Fenderson

i want to ram him
just to see
if he'd notice me

Dillo Fenderson

Dillo Fenderson

their words and
expectations are
the bars of my prison

Asuguo

what he eats
out of a paper bag
looks like his own teeth

Asuguo

using that shape
to hide those years
but still, i´m an animal

Mrs. Bigglesworth

seine tiefschwarzen augen
sagen deutlich
beweg dich nicht

Mrs. Bigglesworth

holding my breath
to hear sun
touching the snow

Mrs. Bigglesworth