today
it’s open house
on the bike lane

Asuguo

he’s like a scooter
you still smell him
after he’s long gone

Asuguo

i am planning
on planning
to plan something

Asuguo

the roofs
remain
in winter

Dillo Fenderson

there is
no destination
only the journey

Asuguo

my chimney
wears
a hat

Asuguo

doubling down
on being
annoying

Dillo Fenderson

it's hard not to move
while you are pushed
to the ground

Dillo Fenderson

they play
elevator music
in the restrooms

Asuguo

i never thought
i could hate someone
so fervently

Asuguo