down on my hands and knees
crawling through mud
avoiding to disturb bats

Asuguo

passing me by
in flow with the traffic
a bike towing a driverless bike

Asuguo

loving them
for giving you something
even more shallow than yourself

Asuguo

the city lights still illuminating
the road, soon i'll be swallowed
up by the darkness completey

Asuguo

firewood stacked along the wall
shovels besides the entrance
these folks are set up for winter

Asuguo

heavy clouds and fog
hanging over the treetops
never saw these woods so dark

Asuguo

when everything is the same
color of grey, it's hard to
tell the road from the ditch

Asuguo

they look like us
you can't distinguish them
unless they talk

Asuguo

in the morning you
awake from a bad dream
and another begins

Asuguo

the south of vienna
remains a mystery
to me

Asuguo