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the gurgle of your laugh    is mouthwash in the bathroom sink charging across beach    like zips on coats yours is red    breath ragged a tyre with a puncture but keep revving anyway    feet crash as bells **** as waves    cheeks like the Japanese flag raspberry-ripple drink this fizzy petrol    makes us buzz our vehicles rumbling    full of three-dollop ice-cream rattle of matches in my back pocket    hear the scratch-ffttth as I let one go    lob it towards the sea grab your hand swirl in a circle    so we become smoke swarming from incense sticks    then we go back the way we came over our xylophone footprints    if they could chime they would me and you now froth    spilling down the side of a pint dialogue luminous as a blue margarita    ankles chatter together ladder on your tights    and we sail in bathtubs to where we’ve never been wearing sunglasses shaped    like briquette-black hearts
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Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 4:40 PM UTC
Sail Our Laughing Pianos
the gurgle of your laugh    is mouthwash in the bathroom sink charging across beach    like zips on coats yours is red    breath ragged a tyre with a puncture but keep revving anyway    feet crash as bells **** as waves    cheeks like the Japanese flag raspberry-ripple drink this fizzy petrol    makes us buzz our vehicles rumbling    full of three-dollop ice-cream rattle of matches in my back pocket    hear the scratch-ffttth as I let one go    lob it towards the sea grab your hand swirl in a circle    so we become smoke swarming from incense sticks    then we go back the way we came over our xylophone footprints    if they could chime they would me and you now froth    spilling down the side of a pint dialogue luminous as a blue margarita    ankles chatter together ladder on your tights    and we sail in bathtubs to where we’ve never been wearing sunglasses shaped    like briquette-black hearts
Written: June 2015. Explanation: A poem written in my own time, not based on real events. The poem was written without a great deal of thought, but deliberately contains unusual imagery. The title is a line in the song 'Hiding Tonight' by Alex Turner, which featured on the soundtrack to the movie 'Submarine'. My poem is very partially (emphasis on 'partially') inspired by a scene in the movie in which this song plays.
reece-aj-chambers
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33/M/English
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 4:40 PM UTC
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