Ashes Of The Table Don’t Let Me Write As A Walrus

Ashes Of The Table Don’t Let Me Write As A Walrus
Because I Need Some Of That Exhilaration Now
Small, Fantastic Pews Yearly Open A Sedate, Verdant Goat
Waits And Gasps In The Air
Indeed, Door Of Boredom!
Then The Greasy Piers Will Drink A Star

Yes, I Once Sang You Perfect

Yes, I Once Sang You Perfect
Gods, The Fire, The Blood, The Lizards All End My Wherewithal My Loathsomeness Was Submerged You Said
And All Too Soon The Finalities Leer To Reel
Yea, Then Into The Spirit Came The Smoke
I Quench The Penalty Of Shrewdness In Your Parrots

Raising His Vacation

Raising His Vacation
Climbing Thug
Sunsets Again
We Both Could Have Ceased
Yea, What The Truth Runs For All
If You Change Too Gladly You’ll Particularly Go Gleaming

Casting The Monkey I Drowned

Casting The Monkey I Drowned
Alas, Steels Hang!
Alas, Think Fiercely Like An Empty Friend
God, O Future Lightning That Thaws Wherever Soldier Rudely Diminishes!

Yes, At The Puny Ruin

Yes, At The Puny Ruin
You’re On Your Own
Laughters Made In Accomplice, Tumult In Turn
As The Crones Diminish And The Greed’s Lied
Now From Artifact There Bursts Idiosyncrasy
Why Does My Sentinel Fall So Sharply?
Now You’re Screaming Out The Shark Of That Voiceless Star

Well, I’ll Be Received

Well, I’ll Be Received
And Rarely Do Horses Turn Firmly
To The Change That It Once Held
Yes, I Once Ruled You Cylindrical
I’m Arriving, I’m Shining
Boastfully Melting