Reckoning With Words Poem by Atef Ayadi

as the dust is settling, i
always like to
talk free, move free, care free,
flow free, be free
from the self
and the self is free
from 'me, '
and unentagle
the self
from my emotional gears,
tabloids, and decrees.

i want just
and for the sake of a pathetic
platonic juvenile plutonium justice,
i want to spill
out
the beans on everyone.
i mean every human being older the
ten
and less then seventy or so.
only humans,


it is not a waged profitable
masonic and messianic rage
that is combined with chinese
'king fu' soy sauce!
it is not!
this is a message from
a living being in this planet.
i don't abuse,
use, defuse, and
refuse
means simply i am not in.
do it yourself,
the last thing to say is the fact that
liberals are feudalistic,
hierarchical,
pack order from jeff amazon bezos
to the musketeer scoutmaster elle-in musk with masks
(who is the highest
see-o-too
producer in the planet,
the highest atmospheric
garbage dumper, plus nasa, the eurozone and partners co, and putin russia. 'only god knows' what his
continental and interplanetary heavy-load transport space gadgets
do to the new trump-jared-evanka silk road;
knowing that the chinese are already on the dark side of the moon. the indians too, are settling on the bright side.)

for those who do not
believe in 'god, '

i have something for you.
take off
'only god knows'
and put instead some art
that makes sense to you.

everything seems to fall apart!
or,
is it only
me!
when i free my self
from any burden.
i like to put this on
stones and sell it for free.