the door is fixed
now it stinks of solvents
as well as gasoline

Dillo Fenderson

almost a week
without a haiku
again

Dillo Fenderson

even street maintenance realized
there isn't going to be
winter this year

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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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couriers and tourists
everyone else is inside
buildings or cars

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quiet night,
mostly empty streets,
and a splitting headache

Dillo Fenderson

moon behind clouds
like a painting
in watercolours

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concentrated on not making a mistake
i fucked up
first chance i got

Dillo Fenderson