Atef Ayadi


Surrealism Ix - Poem by Atef Ayadi

This morning is awkward
The sun is not rising at all
My pain turned into an orgasm
My breath is slowing down
My thoughts are numbing
Eileen is standing up
On the other side
Of the river
Looking north
It becomes more eloquent
The river has been flooding
Constantly
For three years
The water never reached me
I was told the desert disappeared
Ever since
I am still watching my feet
My worries about Eileen
Interrupt my attraction to my dry feet.
She is always in my mind
Even though we never met
We never talked
My obsession with my feet
Turned into an obsession with Eileen
Time dissolves into the flatness of the space
Eileen dissolves all the absurdities

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 19, 2007


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