in a parallel universe
i probably get rolled over
by cars twice a day

Asuguo

with your money you could
have spared pain, with
your greed you caused even more

Asuguo

traffic jams - the lie of mobility
caged inside metal boxes
going nowhere

Asuguo

one girl: lost in drugs, someplace else
one man: friendly,a short chat
the rest: joyfully aggressive before x-mas

Asuguo

zombies forming a line,
waiting to pay for beer,
looking through bloodshot eyes

Asuguo

looking in the mirror
tells me that getting a haircut
should have priority on my to-do list

Asuguo

"we've so many things in common"
please, be less in insulting
and just call me names

Asuguo

the sound of blowing
my nose echoes through
the whole building

Asuguo

the second i enter a store
the only thought left in my brain
is on how to get out again

Asuguo

with everybody asleep
my dreams of empty roads
become a short-lived reality

Asuguo