the sight
of snow
makes me tired

Asuguo

my blood cells
are reconquering
my toes

Asuguo

the wind probably
didn't buy a ticket
for the tram

Asuguo

hearing what first i
only saw in writing makes the
evil more apparent

Asuguo

with every page
the similarities get
lesser and lesser

Asuguo

the city
ends past
the horizon

Asuguo

the night
wraps its cold arms
around me

Asuguo

white caps on the river
danube translate in german
into "scheiss wind"

Asuguo

having suffered many
a blow, the pacifier
still holds its post

Asuguo

it takes a crowd of
assholes to be aware
of the good people

Asuguo