A Pyramid Poem by Atef Ayadi

I have been thinking
Carefully
About a suicidal
Love.
I called the Natural love, like
The Sockeye, Chum, or pink Salmon's love or
The pets' love.
No need for pride at all,
Nothing matters, and
Nothing is personal;
Exactly like watching TV,
Or having a job just to pay the bills.
Simply a hypocritical type of love.

I change my mind!

Why not two, three, Zillions of women?
Men are polygamist!
Women are monogamist!
I am ambitious!
Why not loving a stranger woman,
With an unknown or a fake name,
No social security number,
No heritage,
Who never claimed being Irish,
Victorian,
Or native to any continent.
As long as my wallet is still under my pillow.
I do not worry if I do not find her the next morning.
I was drunk anyway!
It was but a love under the influence of alcohol.
I do not get a ticket for that!

What is if I meet with a drama,
Hurricane,
A case,
A piece of literature,
A piece of art
A combination of surrealism, cubism with a little of
Brake, Yves. Pollock, Miro, and Foucault.
I like dramas
Geophysics,
animal behavior,

“The stranger, ”
The sun,
The cosmos,

Et
La mer.

I will not resist,

I like that lady who
Dares to use my face as a canvas and
Dares to
Format my brain.
An
Inaccessible woman,
Playful,
Unreachable,
A dilemma,
An equation,
A new topology,
Something that keeps me thinking.
And thinking.
Something that keeps me a life.

A Pyramid type of woman.