Between railroad and highway,
an old house
covered with vines.

Dillo Fenderson

An old friend calling:
a familiar voice on the phone,
memories of a familiar face.

Dillo Fenderson

he whispered coziness is to
have a shoulder to lie on;
and dug his teeth in my throat

Asuguo

Pieces of old hardware
all incompatible
in subtle ways.

Dillo Fenderson

bald headed, fat, old guy
wearing a blue womans dress
second day in a row

Asuguo

the walls are bleeding soap
but why do i wonder
the owner is a fish

Asuguo

getting up
so hard to do
and so easy to say

Asuguo

Clouds and sun,
silver and bronze,
reflected in water.

Dillo Fenderson

distracted
lost in thoughts
missing the moment

Dillo Fenderson

The room is full
with junk.
I'm drowning.

Dillo Fenderson