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

full moon
shining through
a window of clouds

Dillo Fenderson

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

Asuguo

i know it's a good sign
if the toes still hurt
but it doesn't feel like it

Dillo Fenderson

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

Asuguo

there is weather
that makes bad equipment
very uncomfortable

Dillo Fenderson

the south of vienna
remains a mystery
to me

Asuguo