he who drives a BMW
operates on a minimum equipment
of brains and senses

Asuguo

i can't find
nothing here,
cuz i'm not looking

Asuguo

four nights from
paradise; seven nights
from torture

Asuguo

a wake up call
for the brain
is never too late

Asuguo

with the endless ribbon
of cycle track in front of me
i hope for the wind to stop

Asuguo

is possession
a measure for the time
you didn't live ?

Asuguo

caught myself wishing
for the earthbound equivalent
of a midair collision

Asuguo

i have been tired,
forced myself to stay awake,
now i cannot sleep

Asuguo

garden-hose disguising
as green mamba - luckily
not the other way around

Asuguo

i forgot
to open my eyes
to the little things

Asuguo