i want their blood
on my hands
and not mine

Asuguo

at long last,
i understand the meaning
of the street's name

Dillo Fenderson

my hatred
mirrored and amplified in others
amuses me

Dillo Fenderson

in an animal
they'd call it rabies
and shoot it

Asuguo

eyes full of rage,
foam at the mouth,
a placebo for a brain

Asuguo

mountains of leaves
blocking the path
yet not the bike lane!

Dillo Fenderson

With the birth of her son
the world population of non-morons
increased to two.

Dillo Fenderson

the best things
in life .....
aren't things

Asuguo

with my hands in my pockets
i get through vienna
a little more germ free

Asuguo

luck holds its breath
when the wrong time
meets the wrong place

Asuguo