Stoned

Memories
that precipitate delight
upon reasons fighting
stoned nights,
cities and countries
of thoughts of
unbearable and timid feelings.
My brains got
lights and sound,
reasons buried underground.
Years of passages
never to be walked again,
lying on black sheets,
reason and circumcised feelings
copulating in search
for new born answers.
Could be beautiful,
could be ugly.
Belated they are,
babies dying
in lovely wombs
without letting mother reason
help them comb.
In sudden conjuncture
noting was born
although
even stranger feelings
that got formed.