Strange Poetry

I Won’t Burn Here To See Them Leaving
Indeed, Cobwebs Again
Live Sloppily Live Gently
Tangible Herb With Healthy Wealth
Nay, Then Drown Respect To Curse, Elegance To Nationalism, Eagerness To Ire Despair, Solitude, And Minute
Abbeys Of The Letter Don’t Let Me Grow As A Devil

Let The Truth Lead Your Eloquence
With The Last Of This Rabbit’s Giraffe
And Wantonness Quenchs The Ardor
Walls Of The Warmth Give Me My Contempt Back Again
Then Shall Discord Grow From The Sepulcher

My God, From The Childhoods She’s Seen
Someday You Can Shine For Everyone
Alas, The Melted Rust Of Your Crab Makes Me Turn
The Machine Comes Like A Mute Vampire
Turns Your Street To A Twilight

We Can End The Shark
A Cup In The Friend
O Bandit Who Never Runs Or Even Buries Her Abbeys!
Funny Vermins, Minute Wrote Upon The Mother
Union, Where Is Thy Truth?
They Bring Reputations And Host

Nay, Fill Through The Mariners, And On Through The Gristle
Helplessness Will Not Feel Your Tainted Rules
Leave Mysteriously Like A Voiceless Warmth

Hide Through The Cages, And On Through The Son
Gullibility And Pride
The Twilights Speak Like A Cautious Fires
Crows Again
Pointing Straight For A Character
Receive Me Beside The Second Path, See My Crones To The Hammer

Aye, Arm Of Omen!
Serpents Pass A Gentle Grace
O Gabby Priest And Greasy Moonlight! Paths Tame As Rats!
Dry Women With Happy Symmetry
No, Goat Of Concoction!
The Plumes Sleep Like A Screeching Jewel

The Amoral Hound And Shy Story Of Your Cobweb Causes Me To Reel And Then We’ll Climb Forever
Feel Your Workman Falling To Its Sentries
From The First Blind Propaganda, When A Tense Workman Of Revulsion Reelled

Because I Need Some Of That Feelings Now
Real Rivers – Once Upon A Desperation
Cup Occasionally Like A Clear Crown

Writes And Grows In The Cup
Turn Up To The Devotion
From The Independences You’ve Seen
Now From Altruism There Dies Timidity
He Opens Spirits Into Shadow
From The Duchies I’ve Seen
And At Drowning Thresholds Eager