go on strangle me
i can not wait to be a
revenging spirit

Asuguo

invading mosquitos
nuisances that come
with the firt spring sun rays

Asuguo

hours later i realise
that i hadn't offered
her a glass

Asuguo

with their leaves down
the trees reveal the trails
that lie behind them

Asuguo

abandoned, overgrown objects
lacking any sign
of former glory

Asuguo

followed a beaten track
to a place that
holds nothing for me

Asuguo

the screams from the park
are nothing but squeaking
hinges of a seesaw

Asuguo

when everything that can
go wrong, goes wrong
it's only fun for a while

Asuguo

the muddy roads
just add up
to my overall laziness

Asuguo

the guy who killed
john lennon looks
like a fat elvis

Asuguo