the new year started
like the old one ended:
rain, wind, spring like temperatures

Asuguo

old women with supermarket trolleys,
like trucks overtaking
one another on the highway

Dillo Fenderson

``would have had to have been''
and to think mark twain
complains about german

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and the first prize
for true ugliness
goes to the Beatle Pickup

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farts in moist
enviroment
smell even worse

Asuguo

couriers and tourists
everyone else is inside
buildings or cars

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with a little fantasy
all of a sudden
it makes sense

Asuguo

quiet night,
mostly empty streets,
and a splitting headache

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keeping in touch
with you
is self mutilation

Asuguo

moon behind clouds
like a painting
in watercolours

Dillo Fenderson