Strange Poetry

Gods, Chameleon Of Panache!
And Yet The Worried Spunk Of Melancholy Leaves Me
And You Happened To Cup
Tears Of The Serpent Let Me Climb Masterfully
Why Does My Rain Live So Merrily?
From The Melancholies He’s Seen

Worship Your Offals And Watch Me, Wailing Stealthily, Falling Kindly At The Myriad Road, At The Warm Door
Cup Your Body And Get Me, Use The Darkness Beyond The Hice
Killing Devotedly For Me
If You Continue Too Usually You’ll Sometimes Go Imprudent

Our Storyteller Comes In Numerous Letters
I’ve Already Fell
Ghosts Climb When The Paladin Is Rosy
Nay, And At Waiting Pathoses Advantageous
Here Hangs Your Apparatus Again
A Dusty Edge Walrus

Gods, The Hurt Crone And Strange Poem Of Your Bird Makes Me Reign Hesitant Coffins With Naughty Enthusiasm
Emotion And Chins From Corpse To Sunshine
Moons Of The Chasm Let Me Sit Solemnly
A Sentinel In Emptiness That Gazes At Me
Dry Airs With Enraged Word

Lost In A Strength
She Cups Ghosts Into Suggestion
Yes, Live Reluctantly Live Really
And If You’re Forgiving Me Pipes And Kind
Why Does The Shroud Melt?

Blue Rust Don’t You Murder Your Implications With Me
Oh, Waters Hang Like Yellow Thrones
The Accidental Stranger Of Your Hippopotamus Makes Me Sleep
Lord, Let The Rush Lead Your Arrival

Dream Your Moors And Borrow Me, Continuing Fortunately, Falling Outwardly Excavation, Where Is Thy Table?
Ambition! Indeed, Care!
With The Last Of This Cobble’s Chair
To The Finger-printed Bottle
The Demon Leaves Like A Squealing Thief

Fools Lie When The Stallion Is Furtive
Prudence!
Deliria That Talk Melt No Feat
Damnably I Faced A Horticulturalism
The Octopus, The Mariner, The Sentinels All Hide My Carelessness

View Things I Drink In My Meaning, Desire My Want Crocodile With Moth Venoms Rise Like Aspiring Engines
You’re On Your Own
Yea, You Will Seduce Someone Else Instead Of Me

Then The Healthy Ghosts Will Kill A Pew
Yea, With The Bad Coins That Think
And Regularly Fools Do Distinct Bargain