all we agreed upon
is now forgotten
as if it never happened

Dillo Fenderson

the smell of petrol
tells me
that summer is over

Dillo Fenderson

all of a sudden
my shoulder decided
to kill me

Dillo Fenderson

saved the world
did little else
computer games

Dillo Fenderson

feeling stupid
getting strange looks
all for nothing

Dillo Fenderson

a ringing phone, two waiting customers
five taxi cabs
not a single driver

Dillo Fenderson

leaving home without money
makes it rather hard
to buy food

Dillo Fenderson

nothing moves
horns blow
still nothing moves

Dillo Fenderson

despair and depravity
rendered in minute detail
in drawing after drawing

Dillo Fenderson

an old couple
staring and smiling
like statues

Dillo Fenderson