The Most Boring Poem by Atef Ayadi

subject like
'the collective mind, '
the way it evolves
through
space and
time is a bag of knowledge
that
sustains, galvanizes, pulverizes,
solves and resolves,
some or a hell of mental
'star trek' holograms and few grams of
several feet long algorithms.
still, and yet
the most important 'frame work', i mean as far as
the wind,
the whisper,
the meadows, or
simply the rhythm and
the arithmetic kind,
slash 'form' and 'for forbes' sake is
the fact that i restricted my self to 'esses' and 'tees' in
the beginning of each line
then fork and jerk on
the edges.
some are wolverine kind of, or wolves' pack pledges,
shelved and salvaged out to fit my find,
so i can say, i like it, but never mind,
the pauses,
the play forward, and 'djaying'
the many and multiple rewind
that stirs and
stereo-logically affects, rimes, and
times
the many living cells and neurons.
should i say, yeah! 'good enough' knell and propel
the fun.