the south of vienna
remains a mystery
to me

Asuguo

catching a brilliant idea
losing it again.
never mind

Asuguo

so little achieved
so much postponed;
lazy life on sunday

Asuguo

whirled skywards
invited to a graceful dance
just to be dropped, seconds later

Asuguo

good ventilation in shoes
can be a curse when
biking downhill in winter

Asuguo

the falling snow
covers my plans of biking
under a wet, white blanket

Asuguo

since i hit my knee
pain is a
constant companion

Asuguo

i
remember
wind

Asuguo

the colors of the leaves
are unnaturally cold
under the streetlights

Asuguo

sometimes we walk on
the ceiling of a different world
without knowing it

Asuguo