In The Name Poem by Atef Ayadi

i know it is boring!
and iris iz boring.
one can get some ice
to cool
off.
suppose one lives
in a planet that spins
hundred times less than
earth.
it has a moon, and everything else
is just fine.
do you thing
the ufo's local time
is slower than ours, earthers?
i mean their hour is
our hour divided
by hundred.
one can start dividing
only by five,
the rest,
will come forward
in a natural
earth local time.
maybe one
is lucky
if
one lives in proximity
of
the vertical
grenwich
zero time reference line.

too long
take a breath
or a brake
and come back
at any line you want to start
your leisure central time.

we are
not
different
from
chimps.

they all agree:
it is sunset,
it is time for
going back
to their trees;
as high as possible,
i mean far from
the
damn green which
witch
ground.
sorry,
like them
we do not use
our olfactory
skills and beyond.

we in other hand,
we go to the factory
or a warehouse
(a green house is only labels
and an over dose of a deadly advertisement.)