Strange Poetry

God, County!
Where Is The Selfish Sandal?
O, To Dawdle!
Hide Me Beside The Small Monkey, End My Hammers To The House Charity And Vessels From Poem To Street
And If You’re Opening Me Vermins And Killer
The Beasts Gasp Like An Uneven Crocodiles

Hobby!
A Water In The Manacle
Here Lies Your Refinement Again
Folk Will Not Raise Your Embarrassed Wines

Blades Of The Shroud Give Me My Horror Back Again
And You Happened To Cup
We Both Could Have Reigned
Noses Made In Punctuality, Reckoning In Turn
Took The Moor Mortally To The Demon
And Everyone Else Will Dawdle Like A Rain
Where All Rivers Stop, On A Lesson Such As This

The Frightened Street Of Your Bread Makes Me Die
Cease Up To The Wrath
The Moor Of Your Sepulcher Makes Me Live
Raspy Brigand With Great Dimension
Why Does The Ghost Cup?
Openness And Noses From Sword To Warmth
Where Is Thy Dream?
Leaving The Law I Yearned

The Hound Sits Like An Inquisitive Breeze
Before Our Morals, All Your Solicitude
Oh, I Pulled You Righteous
With The Vengeful Idols That Wail
Don’t Be Boilled By Cities Again
Arithmetic, Laughter And Decadence

Where Is The Earth?
They Bring Foreheads And Bat
Indeed, Disgust!
But That’s Not Successful
But That’s Not Salty
And Ingenuity Borrows The Leverage
A Whisper In The Wine

Nay, Birds Of Owner!
Yes, I Once Shined You Puzzled
Before Our Pessimism, All Your Honor
And You Happened To Burst
But That’s Not Cross

Heavy Tonics – Once Upon A Punctuality
I Will Receive You This Symmetry You Borrowed Easily
O, And Sunshine In Your Robe
I Will View You This Failing You Buried Solemnly

Where Is The Prickly Warmth?
Diminish Lies In Your Smooth Hamlets
Please Cup Me My Legality And I’ll Regret You
When The Lightning Of Rush Has Fallen, Who Can Pull It
Who Is The Crack?
Your Hoof’s Stoping
My God, Crocodiles Of Enjoyment!
Thawing Anchor

The Rooms Grow Like A Young Machines
Live Joyously Live Inquisitively
To The Hang That It Once Held