seeds of mercury


sunflower seeds on lips make them
salty and later metallic like
mercury milky smooth across barriers like
skin hair mind
knowing truth in eyes as clear as
amber burned into impressions
but prevented from understanding
what makes it tick
bubbles of mercury are lips on lips
and nose to nose i will speak
through sunflower seeds’ remnants
and listen through smoky haze
of mazed conversations not asking
for even truth only understanding
behind distant murmurs of spies and soccer
and salty sunflower seeds