Meridian

as i read,
the never ending line of trees
passes on the bus window.
the apparition of faces
of those i knew,
came randomly on my blinded insights.
erased on the sadness of the green.

"Lorrained"

The cocaine effect; my head,
something left a footprint from ninety two.
just when I started admiring Beatles songs,
as I watch her on the window,
a girl from the fifth grade walks,
and just like a fiction, she’s heaven.
The title above are produced by filthy nights
we had with Mary, an insubstantial
phrase that marked by karma,
a phrase down under the womb of my slumber,
but whatever it is, for me,
is just a smirch of her smile.

Then the snow turned to ashes,
the trees reminds me, the grim of winter.
And now that she’s gone the effulgent daffodils
swayed under the drab sun.
I never seen brightness for months and here it spilled me,
a fulgid moron trying to know….
The inexistent etymology, that Mary gave to me,
maybe it is a flower, a passion,
a space between you and me,
or something that makes you stupid like, right now.
and just by now I remember friends
that slipped on the grasp of my palm as they
slowly blew by the wind…but silently whispers their name.

But yes I’m broke,
the road are stitches of black
as I walk lamely on the
pieces of stones, debris, faces on the ground and unreasonable objects
that I stepped and kicked, a dead cat,
a gray trash, and a black ribbon
beside the wall with a grafitti saying "no answer no escape"