Zone Two: A Normal Day Poem by Atef Ayadi

a normal day
looks exactly like


Today:

Wednesday, January 6th of two thousand and ten...

drew few drawing

while braking my constipated
procrastination....


-i mean, no major event! -

no major noise
of blast
of joy....outside my box.


dead see people around,

i can feel their death, deff, and thefting
of part of my mind....



so i always
act,
behave,
initiate

something
sluppy
jumpy
camzy
clamzy
ramzi
ramzis II

fu king owsooM funny things! ! !


as people are still wondering or playing the
dizzi

deads...




And I hate
someone, play that
in front of me..


it confuses me.... and i react bad...

i do not how bad....

i am not good in math or logic-they confuse me-

i can not assess how bad...until i cool
down


i can not cool down
cause
i can not get down.....


cause,

who ever put it in my mind
was my pathetic dead dad....


the time i witnessed
the many times he got down
down and down without feeling dead.....




that is the beau-dom
bottom
button

batteau

line.....no more no less.....


the rest of the day, i look
wondering in the sky

-the best thing that always happen to me, is to dream facing the sun-