The White Baron

A white baron			dumped
    On open ground.  Cruising on
Meds.  The Vicar, winner take
All.  Stretching rivers.  Look
	After yourself.  Ring master —
Turn the phrase.  Barn
	  Full of bones.  Keep
In touch!  An indefinitely ongoing
    Situation.
Fight.  Strangle.  Shoot.
Current revolving truth:
  Full stop.  This is a
		Loser’s fate.  Piecing
It together.  Fully clothed — never deny death.
You’ve got a smile, haven’t you.

The Eye and The Widow — An Ode To Zuhayr Bin Abi Salma

Security or ashlar — did not say.
Non-yielding pheasants figural
the house as if it affianced
regularization.  Wrist tattoo.

The eye and the widows walk anorexia.
The mandril rise from each model —
stood out from the argument after twenty.
	Pelaiah knew the house just after the
defacer of cartage: Demons in the caldron
		and pelvic septets not alewives.

I knew when I said to house: “A quarter of
	but, good morning!” — Quarter and gave
insight — Khalili, do you believe Zain?
The thrombus endures over him.
Molder on the right hand and — sadness.

How Balguenan a shop!, and it is pro-hi-bi-ted.
Alas, modes of manumission and the whole
rad footnotes of McAkep bled.
The coprolite of Charon — Ya’alon all aboard!
This indicated soft arras.

Reel destructibility and Aztlan magicians
they: The kind of Wadi al-Rass, Khalid of the mouth
— the deeds of the bird and the nightclub landscape:
An elegantly eye — beholder of calumniation.
The gestures wool in every home.

Zin El’Fna — love did not break.
So, when the sleeve of water trollied the erector
and delivered sticks as presents to your hearthstone,
the woman responded by re-sowing, then
she met me on all polished white, who toured
Around the sons of men and takes them —

Right, yes, right, — after all, all of
	shield and contract conceal Absa and Thibyan;
a dedication to themselves, beating perfume
— known to say what we recognize.

Enemy behind with the devil or lion —
			display no bidders.

I Can Kill You And Then You’ll Die

I can kill you, and then you’ll die.
I can take you wherever you want to go.

I am waiting to see.  I am outside your window.
I am the dither and the reluctant.

I am the atmosphere, the knickknacks, the brass knuckles.
I am something for them: Churches, volunteers, cigarettes
	and handouts.

I am something standing by anything; shiny and metallic.
I have sold employees, I have stolen customers.

I am swarms of them no matter how —
I am the stumble on the curb, the nap in the
	middle of the road.

I am the ragged front, the old coat staring
	inside its face.
I am well aware of the shock of being an American.

I am talked about, in phases.  Thrown back
	to classic foods and out of sight.
I am the plate-glass street: A heat wave of
	cold spells.

I established 1948 right after 1947.
I worked for decades long enough to view
	suspicion in the locals and flocked-to-areas.

I trimmed midnight.  I have a longstanding
	policy: 24 hours till closing.
I am nearly all of them at some point.  I am
	pulling a fast one.

I am its look, its lock, its scowl.  I am its
	spit in an Appalachian accent.
I am that Bible study, culture of clutter;
	they can’t win.

I bar barren fields in every direction.  I crumble
	little houses, empty and quiet.
I am a fling of long-term relationship.

I can do delays.  I can wait for disputes.
I give way to stuck deals, to river projects,
	to limbo.

I afford no resident.  I shed water.  I rage on and on.
I can keep away and take a lot less.
I finish your drinks.

I can kill you.  And then you’ll die.

Rare Earths – A Handbook

This work, made for personal use is
	allowed and made available
through global rights, i.e., obtaining
permission — wishing to derive tables
			of contents
		for internal circulations,
circumambulations and — all
responsibility is assumed by user negligence,
or rapid			advances in
particular independent diagnoses.

	§ First Edition §

Marc Manley
	Cryogenic Laboratory, Faculty of Rare Earths
	National University of Ganymede
	Hectar 334, Lakhmu Fossae, Ganymede, Jupiter.

Rare earths — a well-known phenomenon,
a coupling which exhibits dimensional
Changes, is subject to magnetic attraction —
both  canine and terran.  Max wattage:
Three joules.  Perfectly safe and within
intra-galactic travel requirements.

Sensors, actuators, force controllers.
	All of potential interest to the
rapid growth of microsystems: meshing materials
of thin-filmed giants of Io and
soft magnetic properties of lichen.
Such conglomerates are not without their iron
	and landslides.  For further details, see
A.E. Clark’s Mercurial Ordnance of Surface Warfare Conduct.

Now.  Informatics provide the mental provisions
to grasp the effects that magnetostrictive
Rare-Earth compounds have on low-orbit
metals.  The best way to comprehend this
is to devote oneself to lanthanide
		monasticism.  Further, lower the
self to achieve states of attempts and summaries.
Room for elasticity should be accommodated in
order to foster such electrostatic interactions
between muscles and clay.  Detailed instructions:
A.E. Clark’s Magna-Dimensional Form-Effect Minimization,
		Appendix 106.

Strong orbitals are the result of, not only
crystal deformations, but also by the ob-scenery
of obscure compost: a macrocosm of
fig shells and low-temperature plant life.
This is not to imply that the June sun
in Halicus is insufficient to provide
observationals — saturated rays express
a direct axis of isotopic volume and
vexed rabbits, who move swiftly between
the canyons of Hah — conceiving dreams of
			again and again.

Looking out from Mt. Kulla Observatory,
rare earths are brought close to the eye.
Such teleoscopic amplitudes decrease imaginations
concomitantly with sub-spectral analysis,
until loam and gravel vanish.
Did you expect it to stay forever?
Lower values of down tilting gradually
	shift 90°— an impressive case of
demonstrating how the interplay of
		marl and till, how it wakes —
In Gir or in Abylos, full of
	new arrangements and tetrahedral surfaces.
Density of relaxation strengthens coupling
				of neighbors.

UnStilted For the Masses

1 + 1 = 2

2 + 2 = 4

1 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 4

Sorry. That would be getting clever again.

1 + 1 = 2

2 + 2 = 4

Anything above this, the legs get wobbly.

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