Red Mercury separates into its component parts

Town and Country

My face is a desert with cactus clumps

Lambent flames of island shorelines

Where sand burns to glass eyes and leaves

Playing the euphorium

Black wire tears from dissolution

Beige petals behind bars

And spoons in batboxes

Twist the chrome-plated dancers

Into the blinded goggles

The filament handwringing

Of the silent.

I will see valley sides of blue flowers

Fingered teeth dipped into freshwater pools

My eyes bulge with molten ash

Will burst like boiled fish

Salmon skin hands and fillets

Will touch your blue hair and water skin

Silken ropes will brush my head