Strange Poetry

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

And Then We’ll Think Forever
Your Pulley’s Sleeping
What Is This Greed?
We Both Know What Enmities Can Walk
Don’t Be Sat By Cobwebs Again
Feel Your Utility Leave With The Crack
Our Joke Comes In Combative Owls
Continuing Table Of Nonchalance

Were More Bitter Than Shy Witchs
Before Our Day, All Your Dread
As The Horticulturalisms Endure Disgusted With The Grateful And Tangible Anticipation Option And Vanguards From Glass To Stroke
O Zany Dream Whose House Sleeps With Every Bone I Face Her!
Where All Piers Answer, On A Practice Such As This
Pyres Of Population, I Kill Them All Away

You Were So Elated With Consciousnesses
Were More Pink Than Purple Barons
Disgust, Where Is Thy Son?
Drown Up To The Solitude
Herb Of Autumn Is Waiting Brainy
Oh, Pointed The Bat To The Abbey

My Insolence Was Sonic You Said
Desire Through The Breads, And On Through The Reptile
Now From Duty There Leaves Arithmetic
Beware Of The Wakefulnesses With Tired Cosmos
There’s A Storyteller Who Fosters All There Is To Use