"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

due to sleepiness
todays haiku
has to be omitted

Asuguo

down on my hands and knees
crawling through mud
avoiding to disturb bats

Asuguo

passing me by
in flow with the traffic
a bike towing a driverless bike

Asuguo

loving them
for giving you something
even more shallow than yourself

Asuguo

the city lights still illuminating
the road, soon i'll be swallowed
up by the darkness completey

Asuguo

firewood stacked along the wall
shovels besides the entrance
these folks are set up for winter

Asuguo