you feel that tight tangle suddenly blooming bruise
inside your xylophone
a common taste but a different language
mi dispiace, non parlo italiano
wish I knew you wish my single syllable was your drink of choice
blue like cracked ice blue like brushing teeth
reach into the vegetable soup of your mind
here! a paragraph made from colourful buttons and not so sticky tape
mon français n'est pas très bon
wet hair and brown eyes will satisfy me nicely
or brown eyes and wet hair
miles and minutes and seconds and seconds
disculpe
and seconds
är detta rätt?
nicotine no thanks silence will **** you decay the veins
blue like so-called heartbreak blue like too much space
and seconds
Written: September 2017. Explanation: A poem written in my own time. Quite happy with it. Feedback welcome. The foreign phrases are: 'sorry, I do not speak Italian' (Italian), 'my french is not very good' (French), 'excuse me' (Spanish) and 'is this right?' (Swedish). A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page. NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the future.