burying bad music
under distortions
is no improvement

Dillo Fenderson

easiest to see
are one's own failings
reflected in others

Dillo Fenderson

the air caught in the
turbulence alongside the train
smells of dogshit

Asuguo

the clouds and light that
paint the evening sky did
a wonderful job tonight

Asuguo

safe from penetration
my ideas hide in the
darkness of my skull

Asuguo

there used to be
a time when my mail
was delivered to me

Asuguo

today one of
the living dead
spoke to me

Asuguo

a jarmusch character
seems unreal
in full colour

Dillo Fenderson

this trail proves
that roots don't necessarily
have to be underground

Asuguo

is there anyone
among the rolling guards
who doesn't smoke?

Dillo Fenderson