the falling snow
covers my plans of biking
under a wet, white blanket

Asuguo

since i hit my knee
pain is a
constant companion

Asuguo

i
remember
wind

Asuguo

the colors of the leaves
are unnaturally cold
under the streetlights

Asuguo

sometimes we walk on
the ceiling of a different world
without knowing it

Asuguo

if i'd park the car in this
lane, would anybody know
the difference ?

Asuguo

foggy highway
r.e.m. blasting out the speakers
enjoying the moment

Asuguo

money, horses, donations,
rescuing more horses.
can't hear it no more

Asuguo

being ugly
brings you closest
to being free

Asuguo

the garden looks like a
battlefield, covered with
the remains of dead mice

Asuguo