living in "zweiflingen"
how able to make decisions
can one possibly be ?

Asuguo

the tires are singing
the highway blues
tonight

Asuguo

the lift of the train
is a sigh of relief
made visible

Asuguo

doing an evening college
is like being buried alive
with non-fiction books

Asuguo

days like
months, pass
unnoticed

Asuguo

public transport like
traffic jams leave you stuck
and dreaming of mobility

Asuguo

some haikus
repeat themselves
over and over again

Asuguo

natures beauty
revealed through
what you can't see

Asuguo

trees throwing shadows
shaped like clawed paws
blocking my way

Asuguo

those who know
nothing about nothing
speak the loudest

Asuguo