un soir
en francais
je suis surprise

Asuguo

i must look
like a smoker with
money to spare

Asuguo

instead of one down
a few millions to go it
was just a work zone

Asuguo

i already
woke up
tired

Asuguo

heavy rain
i can even wring
out my leather belt

Asuguo

closing doors, closing
windows. cave yourself in,
leave the outside out

Asuguo

it is not that i
dislike my job i just do
not want to go there

Asuguo

in the morning sun
my mother is fighting a
dragon with a stick

Asuguo

of all those dying trees
some look sad and
some look angry

Asuguo

passing many animals
along the way, not
all are roadkill yet

Asuguo