mountains of leaves
blocking the path
yet not the bike lane!

eyes full of rage,
foam at the mouth,
a placebo for a brain

With the birth of her son
the world population of non-morons
increased to two.

the best things
in life .....
aren't things

with my hands in my pockets
i get through vienna
a little more germ free

luck holds its breath
when the wrong time
meets the wrong place

my hopes are for
the todays to be different
than the yesterdays

this moronic morons
openly displaying their moron-ness
are unnerving

i completely forgot
that biking by night
is so much fun

time passed too fast;
a multi-lingual, giggling lunatic;
the fog tonight is delightning