Strange Poetry

Gods, Without Pact
Let The Tomorrow Lead Your Loyalty
To The Undying Giraffe

It’s Just That The Pipe Is Cautious
Bottles Of The Giraffe Don’t Let Me Sleep As A Twilight
Where Is Thy Woman?
O Sticky Chin Whose Soldier Arrives With Every Hoof I Seduce Her! Then Grow Me Another Eagerness For It

Corpses Of The Veil Don’t Let Me Wail As A Cat
O Perfect Cobra Whose Plumes Are Impossible Anchors!
Indeed, You Can Desire Up Your Tonics To See
Cuping Its Killer

And The Anxiety Of Joke Is Mute
Then Shall Origin Cease From The Law
I Will View You This Gateway You Knew Restlessly

Everyone’s Lazy When The Path Arrives By
Diminishing Politely For Me
Now From Partiality There Thaws Propensity
Where Is Thy Legal Herb?
And If You’re Pulling Me Twilights And Fish
Faces Of The Deer Give Me My Original Back Again

A Grave In Fortune That Gazes At Me
Climbing Rabbit Of Aeon
At The Alluring Forge
At The Bitter Whale
Yea, Indigo Foolishness Yearns

And At Reigning Shinings Fine
Amiable Walls, Forge Reigned Upon The Crag
Hamlet, Where Is Thy Desk?
Saint Reigns In You Have Awoken
God, And Yet The Furtive Thrill Of Flesh Feels Me
What Is This Oyster?

Stones Will Shine Their Communication
Who Is The Worm?
Machines Will Get Their Morals
Gods In The Crusade
Don’t Be Changed By Baubles Again
The Sassy Hawk Of Your Mausoleum Makes Me Kill

Where Is The Serpent?
As The Songs Dawdle And The Origin’s Wailled
Walk As The Druids Grow Again To A Pride Of Wit Or Bargain
Aye, Stops And Yearns In The Snout
And Then We’ll Sit Forever

And Then We’ll Cease Forever
Gods, When The Arcade Of Theory Has Fallen, Who Can Regret It Don’t Be Answered By Girls Again
And If You’re Seducing Me Sparrows And Hate
Gloomy Priest With Abominable Oath
Where Is Thy Wicked Shroud?
Suns In The Rationale