the woods are alive
with animals you can't see
in the night

Asuguo

strange people doing strange things
which are only strange for those
who are strange to them

Asuguo

my routines crossing
with other people's routines
leaves a desperate aftertaste

Asuguo

he pretends to be something
he ain't. he looks dead
but i heard him laughing

Asuguo

mastering the edge of the sidewalk
the drunk tumbles head first
into a sign post

Asuguo

i thought the earth is shaking,
but it is me trembling.
maybe i should heat the room ?

Asuguo

crossing on red,
pushing his bike. the old man
nearly got himself killed

Asuguo

michael stipe on a
massage table. feels like
a jarmusch movie

Asuguo

staying inside is the
worst i can do to
keep my body warm

Asuguo

patiently she waits
for her dog to defecate
on the sidewalk

Asuguo