Say More Mean Less

The passing waves of subtle palms,
trees speaking like telephone wire,
black box beating like an electric heart.
I’m a circuit short of a picnic,
three sandwiches to the wind,
wishing on a plastic star.
Connect, communicate,
consume and correlate,
deep currents of chocolate syrup
and coconut flavour koala-bears
you might be wondering how
but you won’t ever know where.
Satay versus chicken,
and all Hell’s curried Satan
I’m about to fall off the edge of my plate
out of the pan, the fire and the eye
no jokes this time, or double entrees.Correct and consider,
contrive and conspire,
now the world makes sense again,
now you’re nothing more
now you’re heading home
now you’re the opening door
now…You never really were.

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