Ostracism Poem by Atef Ayadi

sometimes
i loose words
when i need them the most.
trying to catch them
is like catching dust with one
or two hands.
am i loosing the thread?
loosing it?
or in panicking
mode?
hyper?
overwhelmed?
no doubt these
things occur.
to anyone,
from poor
or
bourgeois family
or no family what so
ever.

that is not
the case
anyway,
not the issue,
anyhow
and
not because of
an
hyperbolic hype!

but that is
how i warm up
every brand new
day.

it is silly
to claim
that
this is how
the
world of the mind
is set up.

i do not like
to be part of
such holographic
commercial.

so i do not 'mind'
rustiness,
timelessness,
corporate slang
such as
negativity,
positivity,
productivity,
and the
all sustainable
vity, tivity, bility latin add-ons.

the system was setup
long time ago
by thieves,
white market secret hands,
black market mysterious hands,
lords and vassals of all sort.

a king
means only a handful families can make it
to the end.
god is this big
triptych
day and night
twenty four
seven
commercial
about the end,
or many plausible scenarios
depends on one's
network
or
ethnic
ticket,
pass,
port,
or
noise and background.