I saw Poe hanging from a building,
his feet were like falling raindrops.
It happens that the time was smashing his hand
but Poe resisted and rooted his nails
to the top of lethal skyscrapers
that the big corporations built.
Time over time became into a villain
and begot plastic crows
from a oil lacoon.
The words sank down
in the great black hole
and the condensed lies where signed by a fake Buddha
on the walls and windows that everyone painted
over masked faces.
Before the heart under the floor stops beating
Stephen King will be waiting
with knives and forks and plates,
a boat of hope and dreams will drown mouths
with his electronic fog
,
encrypted messages and trash.

I saw Poe hanging from a huge building
and I took a photo
and I used filters ... (Milza López)