slowly i've come to believe
that those who've lost it
outnumber the sane people

Asuguo

disobeying the talking
traffic light i feel
somewhat rebellious

Asuguo

sleeping gangsta chicks
a constantly shaking nutter
a black man with a million fries

Asuguo

the fog swallowed up
the cars, and every other time
it spat one out

Asuguo

fern, moss and fungi
claim everything that's immobile
for more than a week

Asuguo

the leaves walk to the ground
filling the air with the
sounds of million footsteps

Asuguo

the miniature tarantula
look-a-like was reason
enough to camp in the car

Asuguo

a fairy
slid down the back
of my car

Asuguo

a living-rest-room
with an on site
waiting area

Asuguo

with the snow covered peak
in front of me the cold
suddenly makes perfect sense

Asuguo