reversing three blocks
against a one way street
is a new record

Dillo Fenderson

somebody
up there
likes me

Asuguo

a playground
covered in summer snow
looking like cotton balls.

Dillo Fenderson

a radio with a loose wire,
tuned to static.
you call that music?

Dillo Fenderson

sometimes laziness
saves you from
wasted efforts

Dillo Fenderson

the ability to photograph
smells, could deliver really
appalling pictures

Asuguo

walking
down
dog-shit lane

Asuguo

hunter s. thompson
does nothing
to quench my desire

Asuguo

not only are their voices
penetrating, they also
speak a language i understand

Asuguo

i have parts of
barcelona embeded
in my knee

Dillo Fenderson