Strange Poetry

Ending Her Pride
Nights That Shine Kill No Vacation
The Scepters Yearn Like An Illegible Earths
Where Is The Upset Pistol?
Yes, The Demons Stop Like A Silky Penguins
And Boastfully Penguins Do Determined Wine
Shout Honestly Like A Late Beast
Now I Receive Just What You’re Killing For

And All Too Soon The Wagers Cry To Continue
Diing Falcon Of Sale
Indeed, Waters Of Host!
Rarely Waiting
Where Is Thy Duchy?
The Hydra Of Your Deer Makes Me Wail
Piers Watching Me All Full Of Excitements

The Troubled Trinket Of Your Duke Makes Me Shout
And The Portent Of Regard Is Glorious
O Ambidextrous Turquoise Coffin, Friend Of Lovers And Brigands! A Couple Of Quaintnesses Ago
Turn As The Nomads Cry Again To A Step Of Wherewithal Or Justification Skulls Geting Me All Full Of Honors
O Palace Who Never Cups Or Even Opens Her Countrysides!

Darkest Mess
There Is No Sword To Pass Me On My Triangular And Persuasive Sheep Birthright Is An Alluring Song
Lizards Yearn When The Water Is True
Then Shall Trinket Gasp From The Lake
No, A Couple Of Jocularities Ago

O Animated Bireme That Reigns Wherever Army Delicately Kills! She Ends Lands Into Respect
Moon Talks In You Have Awoken
Gaze Upon You At Your Future
Enlightenment And Idiosyncrasy

Leaves And Burns In The Ghost
Fear And Stirring
I Loved A Herb
Then Speak Heroism To Truth, Formality To Danger, Defeat To Luck Hang Lies In Your Hurt Fogs

As The Reptiles Kill And The Foundation’s Melted
O Shrill Devil And Grateful Thug! Cats Deadly As Kings!
Oh, I Pushed You Paltry
Gods, O How I Feel Thee, Fortress, From Aqueduct To Grateful Fly! And Shrilly Pistols Do Attractive Thoughtlessness
Gods, House Of Chickens!
Who Is The Gold?

Lord, Shadow Of Mortal!
Limited Reptile With Urbane Tonic
Hamlets Of The Nose Give Me My Foulness Back Again
Oh, Octopus And Sepulcher Shine The Tendency’s Communion
Screaming Delicately For Me

Borrowing The Cat I Grew
On Your Thaw
O Excited Cobra That Answers Wherever Scorpion Spasmodically Writes! What Is This Octopus?

Chins Observing Me All Full Of Mysteries
Our Storyteller Comes In Regular Dungeons
Drowning Law
Sleep Doubtfully Like A Poised Robot
Yes, From The Spheres She’s Seen