why does a nation
of small people build
cities this spacious ?

Asuguo

found myself
at the first drive-thru
house of horrors

Asuguo

he who drives a BMW
operates on a minimum equipment
of brains and senses

Asuguo

i can't find
nothing here,
cuz i'm not looking

Asuguo

four nights from
paradise; seven nights
from torture

Asuguo

a wake up call
for the brain
is never too late

Asuguo

with the endless ribbon
of cycle track in front of me
i hope for the wind to stop

Asuguo

is possession
a measure for the time
you didn't live ?

Asuguo

caught myself wishing
for the earthbound equivalent
of a midair collision

Asuguo

i have been tired,
forced myself to stay awake,
now i cannot sleep

Asuguo