Kiss Your Language - Squirtgun

When the whales came up to

Breath in sunlight in

They rolled on their stomachs in the sand

And when I rush like lava too

Eardrums crashing

You were choking

Eating oranges from my hands

My attention shivers.

Here’s a ship

It’s in a bottle and

A fist of frozen flowers

Maybe I could kiss your language

You said «why not» like a sweating

Fire engine cartoon presidential

Perfect May

I’m a born neurotic horn

Concerto wrapped in whale fat

Will you speak to me today

My attention shivers.

Here’s a ship

It’s in a bottle and a parrot giving lectures

A fist of frozen flowers