Nuances In The Cloud Poem by Atef Ayadi

if one thinks,
feels
that i blow up
my brain
or my brain is blowing
me up and out
quietly or loud.
what makes one
different,
an once of nuances,
or a pound of silly
cloths from a big malls or tiny places?
we all live under
the era of
angela merkel,
angelina jolie,
angelika poses and positions,
a forbidden bidden walking zambie,
a another
robust
kaa-gee-be,
fake jelly honey bear
and
marshmallow
put-in your mouth
and shut up milk formula period, and
finally another kung-fu-panda,
an egg-zee-ping
pingponging everywhere
and no where,
i like to add other celebrities, but i prefer
to censor and leave them to their darkness, my excuse is that they are all
ka,
gee
be,
like any royal m-and-m 6,
nothing but
a big mouth
full of branded
dead
crispy
crackers
and lies.
the golden shower
is only a one
percent of an
ice
berg and the stain
of hegemony, hedge funds and
crowd funds for no reason,
swat team watt butt so ever.