Tube Man IX (2006)
He had his trainers’ tongues
poked out, but not at me;
a gesture clean
and dry, pristine
against his jeans
turned up, neat pressed
like origami legboats.
I sense it is to do with taste.
That’s what tongues do.
They also flap to scrape a meaning
out of sound, most of the time.
But your feet speak a foreign language
from a city
of young people with fluent toes.