"empirial" poems
If you love me so. take hold of me
will be going deep in thine abyss
I peck thee soft with sweet velvet lips
settle in like monarchs
sitting in thine empirial chair
wherth slow wizard trods
just passed the golden gates
each there own pod
over the sunlit hill
with trumpets sounding shrills
sauntering in the reflective pond
his royle holiness
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 9:44 PM UTC
if you like to go.
climb on top the steed
Will be cantering afar
to a place restart
find a spot sit like a stray
beside the gleaming stream
settle in like monarchs
sitting in thine empirial chairs
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 12:04 AM UTC
without gills, we breathe on the moon.
the humble tortoise has a house and our theories
are quaint. we have all the havoc of time
in an opulent balloon.
an unusual as usual, floating in open wounds
where the worlds on fire are the frozen ones
and all the Islands of our apostrophe
all pause the revelation
as quickly as you
Like.
summer in a spoon is all the cheap heat of our medallions
suckling the ambivalent inferno of our ice age
spooling an endless wrinkle of our entire folly on a plinth
‘neath a pillar of vaporous Dawn!
Empirial in aspect,... but as fleeting as the miracle.
concave sparks are the Eldar Sign of our implicit medieval chicaneries.
all is the storm of an imperfect thing gasping for black holes-
at the senior prom. the corsage of our immortal souls
adorning the brevity of Life Itself.
we continue in this way
for no reason
with a hat.
Dec 23, 2019
Dec 23, 2019 at 7:08 PM UTC