Dust

Sunday midnight
two words
simple thoughts
bar and beer
vestida and show
contrast of my quite eve
against laughter
who am I ?
the son of a ?
or the son of a ?
I am in the middle
I have always being
the dawn light
not the Son nor the Earth
but the green shiny light that is born from they both
the astronomical result of an ecuation
or the manifestation of a change
radical and clear
as if was a radical contortion
of cosmical dust
come appear
and disappear.
The Shortfellow
New York City
05/01/13