Chris Allen Poet Free verse

My Chopsticks Are Talking To Me

I thought by writing this poem
I could ramp up the cognitive demand

I wanted to get down on paper
The time my chopsticks talked to me

They told me there is a towel
On the flag of Belarus

I was flabbergasted by this
I dipped them in wasabi

I imagined a scream
Like a falling bomb

I overheard someone
Asking about the buffet

I heard the name
Emma Chizzit 

This was repeated several times
With more and more intensity

Then it was realised that this 
Australian woman was asking

"How much is it?"
Followed by my chopsticks 

Asking me about Moses 
How he makes his tea

Hebrews it was the answer
I paid the bill and left

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