Zone Two: A Normal Day - Poem by Atef Ayadi
a normal day
looks exactly like
Wednesday, January 6th of two thousand and ten...
drew few drawing
while braking my constipated
-i mean, no major event! -
no major noise
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
fu king owsooM funny things! ! !
as people are still wondering or playing the
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
i can not cool down
i can not get down.....
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
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-
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