you don’t always want

what you say, or

say what you

do (do you):

Notes of a Warring Class, J.H. Prynne
 

Lodge the pre-budget ambit claim.

Graphs observe

their models. The steam rises.

The sport of the day’s nadir.
He absconded on theeve of winter

By compass she fled    –           
                                        founded the people’s

                                                  democratic spectator ship.

                                        This is what it was like to have loved.

With tractor squall, not megaphone

you wake butterfly in the morning.
                                                 iii. inter
                                                 albatross blues
                                                 The wedding guest has long since been deported

                                                 The herald reported
This was the memory of how

too tropical to avoid gossip they fled the scene:

The posse is rain sloshed from a peak-hour gutter.

No mention of books soaked in official batter.
                              She stalks         the

                              moose

                              like an unfamilial warrigal.

                                              Rochelle:

                                              sweeping

                              for her children.
She wasted no corrugations because they would not,

but thyme pressed and strudels came of it.

On the egg were kanji characters

with no rubber bands and less to suspend..
Take time out to design jam jars:

Kitchen Warfare Essentials for the Carrot Bachelorette.
I implore you to believe

                     this sincere account of the Lego Association
                                               i. rupt
                                 The Matthews method: melees and prayers,

                                 The method Matthews uses confuses

                                 The madness of Matthews’ method
                 We sleep in secular pews, dodging the flares.
                                 Born in a field of Bruce Springsteen

                                 you naturally dodge the suicide machine
                                           a nasty date with the dynasty of wisdom

                                           Christine’s white derriere, just declares:

                                                                          “Your right Don?”
there was no credit for his message to Ezra,

thrown stones further, battled bathed rats and late

hats attuned to the Babylonian Hussein.

But it never came to that.
I am in Los Angeles today,

wearing a frock on the edge of a bowl of ice cream

and a slice of gateaux              wondering if Giteau

will play for the sevens             at the Commonwealth Games
                               “Fifteen is calm. Downgrade the film.”

                               Godot is not perfect but he will… try

                               Giteau in and away for a… try
The sonic peal in the hotel.

The serious café says: “Metaphysics

are the opiates of the masses.”

And all the Steve Bracks fall into line.

The solitary official translation

drifts towards zero day on a palanquin.

Software and scrupulous accountancy

open the terminus and uncover the deception.

Backyard Lebs ambush invariably at dawn.
This is the inevitable coalescence.

This is what it means to be the CEO of the Schapelle Corby Club,

base jumping from the extremities of the objectives

of your strategic eighteen month plan.
Understand the meaning of the freeways;

the phraseology behaves like a museum after an earthquake

the tumultuous juxtaposition of epochs.

Visas for the correct disambiguations have already been squandered
                            The socialist system will eventually

               replace objective law.    Everything is essentially collision.

Good people know this when bad news comes knocking.

Why would you want to live here?
Ceol of Wessex Cutha Cynric

Ceawlin Ceolwulf Cynegils

Cwichelm Cenwalh Centwine

Chifley Cervantes Cruise

Celan Carracella Tchaikovsky

all wanted to make views that stayed pews.

Stacked implants on the veranda

the memory of Freidrich Holderlein

fossilising in a front paddock.
                           When you run the program all you get is:

                                 Read error 42: Pandora Your Friend – Unable to locate

                                 requested file.
                           The log file says:

                                 02-BHO: Pandora Your Friend BHO – {00A6FAAF1-0272E-

                                 44cf-8957-5838F569A31D} – C:\liam\Program Files\Explorer\Temporary

                                 Files\AK11849\Pandora Your Friend\runme.dll – Can’t find file
Behind every successful new historian

is an artist who says you forgot to mention my work,

and, boy is it symptomatic!
You want Yogo therefore you are.

Colloquial wisdom settles disputes,

and old scores

are eliminated

in long range knife duels.