the fridge is filled with essentials:
red bull and cheese.
i'm prepared to survive

sunday, 3:30 pm, 27 degrees.
vienna revels in its
favorite past time: driving

someone will
interrupt
my sleep tonight

a bird's view on
potbellies caressing
steering wheels

bad music
isn't improved
by repetition

if his mirror image
won't back down,
he won't neither.

survival
is
optional

getting to new york
was so much
easier than leaving it

i was prepared
to run for my life,
but nothing had changed

yesterday is gone
and tomorrow
is not promised