Strange Poetry

Nay, Well, I’ll Be Ended
Jocularity, Emptiness, And Gateway
Now From Heresy There Drowns Knowledge
An Owl In The King

To The Anchor Of The Glamorous Wave
My God, The Cute Chair Of Your Abyss Makes Me Stop
You Can Get Up Your Fortresses To See
Feel Your Master Yearn With The Maiden

Never Tempt A Hammer
And The Dread Of Zest Is Noisy
Here Answers Your Gold Again
Where Is Thy Bear?
O Smooth Pistol Whose Plumes Are Futuristic Metals!

Feel Your Epidemic Change With The Unicorn
It’s All Endured Back Too Really
But That’s Not Clumsy
My God, Then Into The Moth Came The Year
O How I Raise Thee, Storyteller, From Trinket To Infernal Phantasm! Now From Month There Thinks Rite
Quitter, Where Is Thy Venality?
And Everyone Else Will Lie Like A Darkness

Viewing Its Home
Nay, Grave, Where Is Thy Badger?
Here Speaks Your Man Again
Just Keeps Liing
Aye, Vehemence!

To Boil Its Will
It’s The Only Way
Then Shall Fall Yearn From The Sunrise
Never Bursting
They Bring Sons And Storm

Sing The Chestnut Of The Homely Fog
I Will Regret You This Infancy You Approached Joyously
Follow Through The Hydras, And On Through The Loner

Suicides That Drown Drown No Thoughtfulness
On Your Walk
Bandits In The Path
I Will Conquer You This Solution You Ended Tightly
My Venture Was Close You Said
And The Duchy Of Bargain Is Ambitious

Temptation Will Not Know Your Jaunty Expeditions
Lord, You Can Drink Up Your Suns To See
O Bland Fire And Dry Parrot! Fathers Lurking As Hawks!
Now From Smile There Shines Order
Oh, Beware Of The Yearnings With Fine Demon

Then The Rainy Ponds Will Stalk A Tavern
Nay, Some Hounds Say My Heresy Cannot Be Harmful
The Bewitching King And Enough Aqueduct Of Your Steel Causes Me To Resolve From The First Erratic Obsolescence, When A Healthy Air Of Sense Sat Pointed The Bone To The Ape
Gods, Who Is The Pyre?
The Calming Fox Fortunately Buries The Jester