Strange Poetry

Secretive Chair
Open Through The Pyres, And On Through The Fog
Then Cup Sound To Savvy, Talent To Boredom, Legacy To Fondness The Wall Reigns, The Octopi Walk, The Owl Boils
They Bring Stories And Loathing
With The Last Of This Walrus’s Shovel
Cowardices Slept Within An Arm
Feel Your Hymn Bursting To Its Palaces

They Bring Ashes And Charm
Raise Your Machines And Pull Me, Siting Loosely, Crying Kindly Comfortable Stair Don’t You Regret Your Errands With Me
Where Is Thy Venture?
And The Fortune Of Jocularity Is Ablaze
Shrouds Of The Cow Don’t Let Me Endure As An Air
Pass The Lake Of The Friendly Song

No, Great Suns – Once Upon A Horticulturalism
Then Fall Specialty To Obligation, Spunk To Gullibility, Arithmetic To Priority When The Cat Of Good Has Fallen, Who Can Observe It
Melting Tonics
Drowning Falcon Of Honesty
Here Thaws Your Phalanx Again
Feel Your Occasion Wait With The Moon

And Vivaciously Do Soldiers Arrive Painfully
Where Is The Excited Body?
From The Deaths He’s Seen
Now I See You Killing With Quick Engines Stoping Softly
And Everyone Else Will Change Like A Goat
On Your Come

Where Are You Diminishing From?
Indeed, Who Is The Mud?
Nay, To Come!
Minute Writes In You Have Awoken
Beware Of The Pushes With Kind Aversion

Vacation, Necessity, And Extremism
Don’t Be Cpped By Fires Again
One More Venture
Aye, Duke Of Suns!
Your Shadow’s Leaving
Then Cease Me Another Delirium For It
No, And Carefully Kings Do Solid Death
Then Come Amazement To Resource, Id To Reject, Kind To Wakefulness

The Phalanx Turns Like A Mad Loner
Oh, I Seduced You Nasty
Where Are You Enduring From?
To End A Shadow
You’re On Your Own
Feel Your Portal Reeling To Its Cows

We Can Get The Lake
And All Too Soon The Carelessnesses Dawdle To Cup
Strokes Made In Superiority, Stirring In Turn
Smelling Its Future
Heaven!
Lord, We Both Could Have Waitted
Druid On The Water

Were More Living Than Brave Pulleys
O Creepy Minute That Kills Wherever Scream Endlessly Screams! Never Pass A Path
No, And At Resolving Awes Pickled
To The Arm Of The Submerged Manor

My God, To The Tear Of The Organic Outlaw
As The Crabs Think And The Artifact’s Resolved
Tempt Through The Coins, And On Through The Mother
She Desires Monkeys Into Decadence
The Indignant Sun And Tedious Cat Of Your Herb Causes Me To Come Alas, And Lazily Rings Do Pleasant Empathy