Kingdoms
Queendoms
Earthdoms
Walk on stilts,
High above stercoraceous grounds.

Waterstones crumble on
Broken firths
In one stertorous plunge of
Heavyweight planktons,
Raising the belly of waters
To the consternation of sleeping shores.

Earthdrums sound now and then
In line with hostile rhythms
Of censured bliss.

In the distance, sternutative chorus
From a vainglorious choir dampens the deep.

A cataplasm for hewn boulders steals tears.

Beckoning on the soft touch,
(Gaping eyelet of spring metaphors)
Madness yawns for the very first time.