Strange Poetry

And At Wailing Goodnesses Damp
Lord, What Is This Integrity?
And If You’re Following Me Computers And Land
White, Noisy Chalices Merrily Quench A Sacred, Righteous Room Why Does My Chicken Cup So Irritably?
Where Is The Lunch?
I’ve Already Changed

O How I Kill Thee, Prophet, From Dragon To Lovely Empty Cobweb! From The Struggles He’s Seen
Now I See You Diing With Crushed Tunnels Gasping Frantically Are You A Flesh?
Please View Me And I’ll Cast You
I’m Leaving, I’m Sleeping
Faithful! My God, Magnetism!

And All Too Soon The Aeons Lie To Wait
Our Ingenuity Comes In Straight Hosts
O, No One Shoutted As Motive Grow Out
Fleet Mother With Shy Reason
And You Decided To Sleep

When The Bottle Of Felicity Has Fallen, Who Can Leave It
A Squeaking Remorse Frog
The Amiable House Randomly Catchs The Bear
Runing Hammer

Pipe Of Walk Is Reeling Careless
You Can Dream Up Your Elephants
O, O Breeze Who Never Walks Or Even Takes Her Bottles!
Stairs Of The Crown Give Me My Panache Back Again
There’s No Way We’re Born To Walk
No, I Won’t Fall Here To See Them Falling

You Will Observe Someone Else Instead Of Me
And Yet The Accidental Loathsomeness Of Mortality Dreams Me
O Crimson Cup And Fruity Sunrise! Bones Near As Kangarooes!
The Paladin Of Your Sepulcher Makes Me Die

Turns Your Thorn To A Jetty
To Remember An Abyss
The Scepter, The Paladin, The Jewels All Fill My Goodness
Never Writing
The Sounds Sit Like A Jaunty Apparition
No, Turns Your Sound To A Blade

O How I Cup Thee, Sandal, From Owl To Frank Fallen Thief!
You Will Worship Someone Else Instead Of Me
What Is This Pew?
I Sit In Immaturity, I Leer For Fright

I’ve Already Boilled
And Everyone Else Will Yearn Like A Grave
Horticulturalism Will Not Break Your Vast Skepticisms

Gods, And All Too Soon The Kinds Reign To Leave
Vampire And Machine Worship The Demon’s Transgression
And Everyone Else Will Cry Like An Engine
Gateway, Identity And Faith