The Good News Poem by Atef Ayadi

there are plenty of sounds
we all agree on.
one hundred
percent.
period.
think of
clicks.
ticks,
tacks,
quick
licks,
and so on...
we all have click
sounds,
whistling
as the wind goes in your local area or district 9,

just be yourself,
and vas-y.
if you resist the idea,
get yourself a vase,
and stare at it.
may be this is the
only free way,
ticket or tik-tak
self prophecy, and
the problem of
physical coupling
resonances,
nuances in the periods,
to loosening the
your tough hard working
middle class mind.
if still
you fail,
it must be:
'smelling a leaf for a period of time,
until your memory
quicks in;
sort of speech.'