Tectonic Trill
Hold your dulcets
your salty pinch
my opaline rage trills
across to lick the walls
set the paper a-smoulder
smalt pop veins
rills on my skin
& napalm sacks bob
inside my argent cage
like the bouncing heads of kings
each strand on my crown
a wick for your assassin’s kiss
fumes of petrol sylphs
march through my flaring holes
a beryl statue sizzling
luminol
chlorine
lithium
shades blaze to jet
envy me flaming bird
oil-slick lids unyielding
each tear a flicker to flick
may mine set your fire alight
{First exhibited in the Hilbert Raum, Berlin alongside Maurizio Bongiovanni}