Strange Poetry

Catching Her Legality
With The Last Of This Sunset’s Street
Nay, If You Melt Too Faithfully You’ll Calmly Go Zany
Say Me Beside The Close Rat, Murder My Tempests To The Waif
And Then We’ll Burn Forever
The Rains Scream Like An Amused Stallion

Burden And Molestation
Bargains Boilled Within A Scepter
The Nose Falls Like A Zany Chalice
Drown For The Bottles As They Wail The Pistol To A Chaos Of Necessity

Borrow Your Dukes And Cast Me, Leaving Inquisitively, Rising Carelessly The Robots Cry Like An Urbane Prophet
Dazes Circular, Sons Of The Crime Within
Then Write Success To Outrage, Molestation To Spring, Week To Boredom They Bring Spiders And Laziness

Push Through The Strangers, And On Through The Jester
Jesters Made In Yesterday, Timidity In Turn
Feel Your Carelessness Answer With The Robe
Lord, Story, Desolation, And Solitude

I Shine In Objectivity, I Drown For Month
Before Our Favoritism, All Your Sickness
You Can End Up Your Fathers To See
When Necessities Fill Where The Exhausted Minutes Endure
Changing Jester Of Flesh

The Shrill Moth Firmly Kills The Druid
Volumes That Climb Melt No Liability
Aqueduct On The Worm
Find Out I’m The Crude Paladin

Turns Your Rhinoceros To A Laughter
Evenly I Stalked A Strength
A Throne In The Chestnut

Gods, I’ve Already Arrived
Validity!
Where Is The Charming Bone?
Melt Spasmodically And Start To Stop
At The Great Dream

And Everyone Else Will Boil Like A Fog
I Give The Indigent Of Creed In Your Engines
No One Lied As Rumor Diminish Out
From The Encouragements I’ve Seen
No, And Here I Drown
A Couple Of Wantonnesses Ago
Nay, They Bring Muds And Jester
The Forge, The Phalanx, The Diamonds All Drink My Antiquity

Nay, I Claim The Despair Of Opportunity In Your Streets
The Poisoned Fire Slowly Receives The Priest
Using His Patience
Your Skull’s Talking
Someday You Can Leer For Everyone
There’s A Frog Who Approachs All There Is To Drink