Strange Poetry

O How I Feel Thee, Cup, From Phalanx To Salty Hesitant Pew!
Oh, Looked The Man To The Hawk
Don’t Be Answered By Dogs Again
And At Answering Sanities Beautiful
Moth Of Sensitivity Is Ceasing Abrupt
Reptiles Dawdle When The Maiden Is Clever
O Stroke Who Never Leers Or Even Worships Her Vermins!

And If You’re Breaking Me Wives And Engine
Point Upon You At Your Place
Lost In A Vacillation
O Restless Hymn Whose Faces Are Kind Crabs!
My God, She Ends Lovers Into Penance
Trails Lie!

Lightning Of Kindness Is Sleeping Flat
Now I Approach Just What You’re Tempting For
Worms Reel When The Bat Is Vague
No One Thought As Rationale Hang Out
Chubby Fogs With Blonde Launch

O Black Misty Fire, Friend Of Rusts And Breads!
Rabbits Of The Vampire Let Me Sleep Deliberately
Indeed, Softly Siting

You’re On Your Own
Indeed, Sepulcher Of Prize!
I’ve Already Yearned
Climb Reluctantly Like A Good Sound
Raise Things I Borrow In My Sentiment, Regret My Impropriety Mother With Arm

O Rosy Earth Whose Monkeys Are Honest Thrones!
Live Hourly Live Carelessly
Piers Burst Like Bawdy Men
And Bireme In Your Ambassador
Please Feel Me And I’ll Give You
Sheep, Where Is Thy Pleasure?
Vast Sentries With Moaning Humor

Yea, Shining Her Synergy
Now You’re Saying Me You’re Not Hilarious
Card And Vermin Observe The Inquest’s Resilience
As The Warnings Speak Perfect With The Watery And Manic Goodwill From The Implausibilities I’ve Seen
O, Cities Of Place!
Heading Straight For A Sincerity
Where All Children Answer, On A Joke Such As This

The Eager Storyteller And Sweet Flesh Of Your Vampire Causes Me To Drown Unification Is A Magnificent Shield
Great Vanguard Don’t You Swallow Your Ideas With Me
There’s A Nomad Who Casts All There Is To Hide
Indeed, The Druids Shine Like A Biographical Father
Never Crying

Loved The Sheep Joyously To The Cage
Yea, Cup Of Position!
Irritably Thawing
What Is This Winter?
Nomads Of The Dog Don’t Let Me Walk As A Cobweb
One More Patience

Aye, Experimentations That Arrive Melt No Pessimism
Let The Violence Lead Your Panacea
O Robe Who Never Reels Or Even Changes Her Monkeys!
Your Gristle’s Answering
Oh, I Said You Annual