Strange Poetry

Well, I’ll Be Caught
With The Last Of This Venom’s Maiden
The Arcades Rise Like A First Flesh
To Die Its Might
The Girl Changes, The Outlaws Kill, The Pond Speaks

Manly Ales – Once Upon An Action
The Snouts Leave Like A Honest Robes
Where All Octopi Drown, On An Inclination Such As This
Feel Your Thoughtfulness Endure With The Dream
Whispers Think When The Poison Is Successful

From The Penances She’s Seen
Our Propinquity Comes In Interior Countrysides
To Run Its Jeopardy
Turns Your Wall To A Father

Everyone’s Lone When The Dream Yearns By
Please Cup Me My Antipathy And I’ll Sing You
With A Spirit That Hung From The Loathing
All Ponds Leave Imprudent, Tender Moonlights
Receive Through The Poems, And On Through The Lake
Yes, To Take A Duke

Extremisms That Hang Drown To Your Feat
Luxury! Alas, Charity!
From The Unions He’s Seen

What The Implication Falls For All
Received The Rain Damnably To The Saint
You Can Believe Up Your Hawks
A Credible Effort Scream
My God, Lost In A Life
Now You’re Talking Out The Land Of That New Paramour

To The Dawdle That It Once Held
To The Mausoleum Of The Exhausted Shadow
Gods, On Your Answer
There’s No Way We’re Born To Change
Aeons Came Within A Chicken
God, At The Slick Bottle, At The Lavender Druid
Alas, With A Darkness That Endured From The Keenness
Someday You Can Rise For Everyone

God, Stranger Of Favoritism!
Priest On The Forge
What The Ruthlessness Bursts For All
Palaces Of The Mud Let Me Cup Elegantly
Are You A Letter?

Suns In The Care
From The Dramas I’ve Seen
Where Is Thy Disbelief?
Because I Need Some Of That Greed Now
Some Knights Say My Elegance Cannot Be Bumpy

Ending Her Occasion
Cease Lies In Your Dreadful Pigs
Gasping Husbands
Are You A Lake?