with their leaves down
the trees reveal the trails
that lie behind them

Asuguo

abandoned, overgrown objects
lacking any sign
of former glory

Asuguo

followed a beaten track
to a place that
holds nothing for me

Asuguo

the screams from the park
are nothing but squeaking
hinges of a seesaw

Asuguo

when everything that can
go wrong, goes wrong
it's only fun for a while

Asuguo

the muddy roads
just add up
to my overall laziness

Asuguo

the guy who killed
john lennon looks
like a fat elvis

Asuguo

just another day
with wind
and surprises

Asuguo

hadn't i walked in circles
i'd marched a tenth
of the way to seattle already

Asuguo

the streets are full of restaurants
that have less atmosphere than
bus terminal waiting rooms

Asuguo