hours later i realise
that i hadn't offered
her a glass

Asuguo

lines in a book
triggered a great revelation
about something pretty obvious

Dillo Fenderson

with their leaves down
the trees reveal the trails
that lie behind them

Asuguo

encouraged by a kindred spirit
i took photographs
of a dead insect

Dillo Fenderson

circling lonely
abandoned and unwanted
and by now unedible

Dillo Fenderson

abandoned, overgrown objects
lacking any sign
of former glory

Asuguo

i don't learn from mistakes
not even when i wrote
a haiku about them

Dillo Fenderson

followed a beaten track
to a place that
holds nothing for me

Asuguo

the screams from the park
are nothing but squeaking
hinges of a seesaw

Asuguo

when everything that can
go wrong, goes wrong
it's only fun for a while

Asuguo