Too Much Talk Poem by Atef Ayadi

i like to write
down
something simple
bite by bite,
easy bites sometime,
and strong ones
as often as i want,
bit by bit,
in mega bit,
mega pixel,
in kilo bit
in ounces,
with bounces and
slow motion ponces,
in pound,
brick by brick.
i love to wave,
enclave,
breath deep and cut a line
in half.
it is like half for milk
and the other half for cheese.
all what i know,
neither walmart has a business in my writing.
nor the koch's,
crocks,
the planet coqs,
or the crocodiles and sharks of ink production
has a sinus bot between these lines.

so i fail
to make it simple.
i fail.
i fail.
but, i like it.
i dig it.
until,
it becomes hot,
a metal rod,
a cool rod,
or it seems,
like a blog hole.
be and come
are synonymous of any hole.
like a black one.
well,
in theory!