without earphones
the world's bizarre, but i'm
not sure if in a good way

i can almost safely
say that the last
mosquito has died

politically incorrect,
in steps
tubercolosis

the world is ready
for a parallel internet:
the senseless info web

the sight
of snow
makes me tired

my blood cells
are reconquering
my toes

the wind probably
didn't buy a ticket
for the tram

hearing what first i
only saw in writing makes the
evil more apparent

with every page
the similarities get
lesser and lesser

the city
ends past
the horizon