drifting in and out
of sleep, in a place
that's cold and smelly

Asuguo

too lazy to press one button
yet no reason too small
to loudly complain about

Dillo Fenderson

people at the
subway stop trade dignity
for a temporary high

Asuguo

within just a few days
my kitchen became a place
of many odours

Asuguo

pre-storm clouds
perfectly complement
glass-and-steel sky scrapers

Dillo Fenderson

there's no reason
to lock the door, when
the intruder has a key

Asuguo

when it rains
it rains
for days

Asuguo

30 seconds
could seem
like an eternity

Asuguo

among them i wonder
if being alive is something
they ever strive for

Asuguo

time
limits
everything

Asuguo