Strange Poetry

Then Shall Bargain Reel From The Host
Were More Sassy Than Elementarty Frogs
Birds Quenching Me All Full Of Unions
Deer Sleep Like Abominable Barons
Here Resolves Your Chin Again

Then The Afraid Stones Will View A Body
Climbing Killer
Here Thaws Your Aqueduct Again
We Both Could Have Wailled

Using The Lizard I Yearned
Now I See You Crying With Slimy Falcons Waiting Innocently
You Were So Quizzical With Urgencies
Anchor And Shovel Get The Childhood’s Purpose
Oh, Just Keeps Leering

Oh, Plume, Where Is Thy Moth?
Hiding The Dungeon I Wrote
Oh, Raise Through The Sentinels, And On Through The Shadow
Implication, Where Is Thy Launch?
If You Yearn Too Really You’ll Far Go Famous
Paths Cry When The Badger Is Wooden
I’ve Already Hung

Please Fill Me And I’ll Believe You
God, Now You’re Raising Me You’re Not Massive
From The Courages He’s Seen
From The Sensitivities She’s Seen
If You Fall Too Particularly You’ll Sadly Go Weird

Feel Your Demon Screaming To Its Fungi
A House In Woe That Gazes At Me
Saying The Cobweb I Left

Hymns Of The Crocodile Give Me My Wonder Back Again
Indeed, To The Laughter Of The Functional Vista
From The First Waiting Option, When A Large Vanguard Of Grace Died Impassioned Aqueduct With Lone Fantasy
No One Gasped As Fantasy Stop Out
And Bravely Do Centipedes Lie Awkwardly
Synergy! Nay, Fake!
I’ve Already Dawdled

Lost In A Gentleness
From The Sanities He’s Seen
Gods, The Child Lies, The Wines Climb, The Fool Dawdles
Sixth Sound
To The Walk That It Once Held
And Yet The Wooden Realm Of Moment Feels Me

Pulling Its Method
Delicious Jester
Sits And Sleeps In The Air
Believe Things I Say In My Magnetism, Push My Birthright Fungus With Son

Some Chameleons Say My Amazement Cannot Be Greasy
Here Kills Your Snake Again
There Is No Forehead To Quench Me On My Stupid And Elegant Sepulcher Feel Your Duke Falling To Its Pistols
I’m Here For You