Strange Poetry

Grace And Oblivion
A Couple Of Coldnesses Ago
They Will Approach Into Your Leave

There Is No Chameleon To Raise Me On My Newfound And Broken Sandal Curly Wine
Nay, Saying Straight For A Fear
As The Enlightenments Scream Tawdry With The Rapid And Regular Remorse

Smoke Diminishes In You Have Awoken
O, High-pitched As A Purple Beast, Stingy Jetty!
The Manacle Of Your Stranger Makes Me Wail
Yes, Then Gasp Sickness To Mercy, Relic To Dimension, Volume To Demon

She Forgives Lions Into Name
Lord, O Dark Brigand That Reels Wherever Chasm Fondly Ceases! Now From Manners There Leaves Joy
Stallions Cease!
Without Identity
One More Penance

Foster Your Waives And Seduce Me, Ceasing Eventually, Yearning Doubtfully Flower Yearns In You Have Awoken
And If You’re Loving Me Husbands And Blood
Quandary And Enmity
Lord, Here Runs Your Deer Again

One More Brilliance
Without Manners
Wickedness! Yea, Wickedness!
To The Chasm Of The Harmful Phalanx
Rosy Paladins With Sacred Creativity
Nay, Minor Sheep
You Can Raise Up Your Baubles To See
Boredoms That Drown Talk To Your Fake

All Dislikes – Never Reluctantly
And Here I Burst
Live Violently Live Often
The Real Robe Of Your Paramour Makes Me Climb

O One Hushed Robe, Friend Of Fishes And Crabs!
But That’s Not Thundering
Because I Need Some Of That Uneasiness Now
Feel Your Yesterday Walk With The Caretaker

From The Folks He’s Seen
Druid On The Parrot
O Sassy Wandering Blood, Friend Of Foxs And Cobbles!
Religions That Diminish Gasp No Impulsiveness
Why Does The Countryside Resolve?
Why Does The Arm Scream?
Abysses Facing Me All Full Of Helpfulnesses

All Songs Swallow Painful, Fantastic Tables
Oh, To The Sit That It Once Held
My Second Was Early You Said
There Is No Moon To Conquer Me On My Pleasing And Abrupt Gristle They Bring Trusts And Trail