he only
says
things once

he should announce
the end of the world
not the next station

for a second i thought
it stopped raining.
how foolish of me

his body odor
cost me a good part
of my olfactory sense

it seems like
i took the wrong exit
onto the race track

waiting for the paycheck
feels like waiting for death
for beginners

how can i be successful
when we have a different
understanding of the word ?

tire tracks in the snow
tell a story of a journey
uphill, ended abruptly