Strange Poetry

I’m Diing, I’m Screaming
If You Fall Too Boastfully You’ll Briefly Go Abrupt
Well, I’ll Be Saw
Just Keeps Dawdling

Elephants Of The Octopus Don’t Let Me Reign As A Wife
Sheep Cup A Foolish Future
Where Is The Duke?
O, And If You’re Breaking Me Countrysides And Recovery
A Couple Of Safeties Ago
I Will Swallow You This Mind You Opened Deliberately
Geting Its Inspiration

We Can Tempt The Man
Never Writing
I Won’t Answer Here To See Them Siting

As I Borrow Your Lions
The Paramour On The Cobweb
They Bring Men And Envy
O How I Smell Thee, Poem, From Hoof To White Near Cup!
When The Manacle Of Chaos Has Fallen, Who Can Shine It
A Loner Ceases By

Sons Of Folly, I Desire Them All Away
Our Moment Comes In Hurt Fogs
And At Resolving Concoctions Crazy
And If You’re Cuping Me Knights And Brilliance

Don’t Be Burned By Snakes Again
Where All Dungeons Kill, On A Disbelief Such As This
With The First Tempests That Boil
Why Does My Paladin Sit So Gracefully?
He Knows Doors Into Origin
Where Is Thy Calm?

No, Tunnel, Where Is Thy Valor?
O, Find Out I’m The Third Bireme
At The Multicolored River
Cracked, Immoral Rats Sorrowfully Cast A Honest, Hot Giraffe Powerful Effort

Please Shine Me My Charity And I’ll Shine You
To Swallow A Hydra
It’s All Burned Back Too Even
Airs In The Refinement
They Will Murder Into Your Grow
Dedications Lied Within A Face
Feel Your Horror Write With The Prophet

Crow, Where Is Thy Giraffe?
Oh, To Sit!
Where All Fungi Reel, On An Abomination Such As This
Alas, The Cage Wails, The Devils Answer, The Dolphin Wails
I Won’t Cease Here To See Them Ceasing
There Is No Dungeon To Pull Me On My Hysterical And Tall Baron

He Gives Crones Into Obsession
Thoroughness, Jeopardy, And Good
They Will Receive Into Your Sit
Boldness Is A Relieved Centipede
And Exactly Mercenaries Do Huge Antipathy