The shoes
my toes:
arch enemies.

Dillo Fenderson

red
more red
most red

Asuguo

my heart's going to explode
like some crazy bitch
from long island

Asuguo

Suicidal insects,
in my eyes,
blinding me.

Dillo Fenderson

another rainy day
nothing to do
thinking old thoughts

Asuguo

longing for an answer
hoping, not to be understood,
but to be heard

Asuguo

Between railroad and highway,
an old house
covered with vines.

Dillo Fenderson

An old friend calling:
a familiar voice on the phone,
memories of a familiar face.

Dillo Fenderson

he whispered coziness is to
have a shoulder to lie on;
and dug his teeth in my throat

Asuguo

Pieces of old hardware
all incompatible
in subtle ways.

Dillo Fenderson