people, deeply hurt
lashing out at each other
for no reason or purpose

Dillo Fenderson

une, deux, trois, quattre
count up into a journey
far away from 2 and 4

Asuguo

i should not wait
till the end of the day
to come up with a haiku

Dillo Fenderson

memory only serves us
so long til forgetting
takes its place

Asuguo

some people
don't deserve
a second chance

Dillo Fenderson

drilling a hole in one's finger
is not a pleasant pastime
in winter

Dillo Fenderson

you
understand;
nothing

Asuguo

it's cheap
and small
and lots of fun

Dillo Fenderson

up here
in the fog
i'm breathing water

Asuguo

the middle of the night
seems to be the only time
streets are not completely filled with cars

Dillo Fenderson