this gooey mass of hominids
moving down the stairs like resin
makes it utopian to catch the train

Asuguo

naked butt
in front of my face
slightly irritating

Asuguo

with toilet paper
you
catch ants

Asuguo

i never wanted
to be right,
not this time

Asuguo

i could write as many haikus
about this perpetual winterland,
as the inuit have words for snow

Asuguo

normaler zug
kurzzug
gar kein zug

Asuguo

wir sitzen fest
in einer winter
endlosschleife

Asuguo

i fear
i have to take
a life

Asuguo

forming a neat line
to pick up
their daily opinions

Asuguo

spring starts
with the continuation
of winter

Asuguo