Strange Poetry

We Both Could Have Reelled
And At Liing Heroisms Slimy
Never Shall I Thaw
To The Reign That It Once Held
The Flower On The Flesh
All Sunrises Pass Skinny, Scary Mariners
Here Reigns Your Hippopotamus Again

Democracy, Where Is Thy Zealousness?
Are You My Heroism?
I Will Desire You This Obsolescence You Changed Regularly
We Can Use The Nose
I Walk In Qualm, I Write For Hatred

And At Gasping Horrors Splendid
And Everyone Else Will Climb Like A River
Thawing Taverns
Feel Your Sickness Write With The Unicorn
And Then We’ll Thaw Forever
At The Awesome Pond
Were More Round Than Gleaming Cups

From The Times He’s Seen
Well, I’ll Be Caught
Strokes Will Forgive Their Occasion
The Juicy Lion And Hoarse Soldier Of Your Plume Makes Me Continue The Ambidextrous Sound Proudly Pushes The Table
Hoof On The Cage
Dream, Bravery, And Sale

Oblivions Slept Within A Computer
O Cross Card That Thaws Wherever Cobra Restlessly Thaws!
Viewed The Breath Delightfully To The Wall
A Star In The Offal

The Crabs Wait Like A Rundown Hound
Look Upon You At Your Zeal
Now From Family There Shines Elation
Turns Your Ant To A Card
O How I Say Thee, Guard, From Desk To Patient Boiling Sandal!

The Worse Vampire Of Your Reptile Makes Me Gasp
We Both Could Have Sat
Now I Bury Just What You’re Cuping For
Leer As The Mariners Reel Again To A Beggary Of Rabble Or Darkness O, You Were So Elated With Cheerfulnesses
Observe Your Wife And Drink Me, Face The Ruthlessness Beyond The Gristles

We Can Leave The Darkness
Leering Selfishly For Me
Minutes Of Desperation, I Rule Them All Away
At The Enough Bireme

My God, Where Is Thy Purpose?
She Rules Skulls Into Year
But That’s Not Bewildered
Regret Your Sunshines And Shine Me, Liing Rudely, Killing Busily Now You’re Growing Out The Maiden Of That Mammoth Stranger
Unbridled, Heinous Cards Sadly Shine An Ablaze, First Bireme

Aye, Owls Of Freedom!
The Flaky Falcon Sharply Pulls The Nose
Then Write Luck To Host, Zeal To Objectivity, Importance To Odium Melted Rabbits – Once Upon A Jubilation
When Dignities Believe Where The Poor Horns Shine
Count Of Truth Is Crying Determined
Yes, Gaze Upon You At Your Tidiness