despair and depravity
rendered in minute detail
in drawing after drawing

Dillo Fenderson

car stuffed with
pale, blonde germans.
all looking lost

Asuguo

light shining through treetops
lets the falling leave
resemble a lightweight hornet

Asuguo

an old couple
staring and smiling
like statues

Dillo Fenderson

it's not that they
don't see you. for them
you truly do not exist

Asuguo

same old streets
same boring houses
little of interest

Dillo Fenderson

people i don't like
to see act like
i'm invisible

Asuguo

blinking lights
causing pain
on and off the screen

Dillo Fenderson

biking uphill
through the woods
my feet ask me if i'm mad

Dillo Fenderson

master of time:
twisting the truth
and feeding the sick

Asuguo