Squirtgun Kiss Your Language
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
