Frith Hilton Collection V

In dreamlike states

it’s unlikely you’ll find a flame

something is the matter; you’re awake

for something new to share the space

an unlearning, a descending phase

and in the waiting, you bathe

and I’ll wait, hoping it isn’t just fate

let’s go somewhere on a date

catch new pages through weekdays

get up on our immersing bathe claims

like it'd take forever to hit the lakes.

Probably the few toes

heart to two toads

hard to deduce those

half swing at a time hoax

atchoos at the true rote

bent, mourn the clue tolls.

When it is time

and this day sides

like every other filed

then, it’s okay, fine

the candles, cake, and wine

the bass that hits, we dine

I’m drawn to yours pied

insatiable as shy

as the years commit

to our long framed fit

nosing no felt stitch

this day aims a beam

a sweet playing melody

a cloth that unfurls unending

my wife is on a new stepping

and sixteen this more, I’ll quill.

A phantom arm

one for each of my friends

have cares… use its hand

to its reach, you’ll find no end

once we lived with plants

a garden, a paradise of merriments

we gathered wads

names, and of the famed, all documents

oh they’d ask:

could I be parrot? I’ll be your pet…

a token advance…

say I’m mango, I was wherever you went

and how apart

when today, I make juice, seek revenge

it is my grasp

it doesn’t hurt, not as much as I pretend

for it’s really calm

same fingers flipping pages of the best.

It is when I’m grinding

frankly, wherever I’m biting

how do you see it on me?

it’s what page that amazes

avoiding what has been instilled

dictations with no score, but seen

it’s just me, just me, it’s me you see

in the spotlight, we’re on the scene

when you’re beyond, and you know me

all shows with a fee

in the meantime, when you teach

it’s everywhere you are baby.

…of the other sage

wiggle your legs and say

mummy, I am afraid

hold the band and say:

aid

mum you're first everyday

I see this, even on Sundays

when I'm awake

is it true, it is the same?

a very long day with no grey.

We rebellious

in the face fastidious

out of the haze serious

heat tissue rush

count the pace lush

huff heal, hush this dosh.

To sing to her willy-nilly

her time on the high street

pit-a-pat clock, known raft scene

hue yeast

posh's spoof screen.

Who did?

mood heed

for this switch

rue foot switch.

Pin the coquette

sum’s in the locket

hock the nugget

be careful marionette

it is worse with debts.

Servility and pulchritude

stair years, tree stood

heard ears, rich strewed

turn! of… all two allude

who is the galling wuss?

the birds who stool

rule…

the dogs who choose.

A bit, a bit, a bit

move a bit, inch neat

avoid the bit in your teeth

a bit left is the dream

the bit right is a twin

if not, the bit is in sheen

a bit, a bit, don’t cheat

my bite’s a bit, you’ll see.

Always a thing to give

…pruning

like tears of the grieving

and the day says evening

brunch not supper cleaving

here is a sprog crawling

his mum is crisp and unfriendly

some more heights if here gleaning.

Hi, bye

open fights

what’s the sigh?

I’ve had wholly-high oughts

painstaking towards rewards

comings of dispossessing ruts

avid dints in air, caught short.

In taking what isn’t yours

have a fade implore its course

when we met the door

odds were your cusp

maybe a bit too tough

in the end, what’s love?

I wait with the sleeveen

rampaging the reach;

closed bay of a dream.

Who else will they be?

from the tv to the settee

a porcupine in time’s degree.

I awake to find you asleep

true to what you believe

hen do, but I’m male you see.

The crisp in my fingers

digit’s choice to run over paper

tell of a tale thriving furlongs apart

I have no risible, you plummet desire

of an option to be smarter

a son, a daughter

a better partner

Mariam.

Breaking new day of empty columns

the percolator’s errant blunderbuss

poor afternoons of lucky doldrums

eve fish wrap horsefeathers reports

hamadryad’s sign off in abscission.

Sometimes I glean for the unheard

do I find the parson’s hidden gourd

deft, soft whispers—gritty intelligence

paperweight stay, and rote battement

there at the cynosure’s pouring brim.

As to how I must

to explain in carapace font

without your plain art-brush

I’ll blame direct tricks snugged

my perambulating with no focus

but I found a shape; it’s of us

our long time fortune blob

this of math in poetry bosh

I hope you like it as much.

Palms for arms

arms for palms

I’m Adam

no qualms.

Do not speak so plainly

if your taste is of idiocy

“I want a dad,” I’m screaming

come buy me my dreams

and enough of film sheen

the other bumps of stream

it is all in rhythm

your hoisting beam

from the very first inviting.

At all times, I have a whip

come by, cheer with a grip

your name is the slip

any different, or isn’t

we’ll have it written

come by this match please

I’ll reserve for you a seat

for Sundays bring everything

and when not looking

there is more to see

oh, the things I’d teach

you shouldn’t flinch

life is a beach

not a big wish

an ocean at least

tides never ending

our riles don’t win

who takes it gently

whose: what’s between?

has been, is having it

these curtains lead…

son, always breathe

have you a darling

drop the paddings

take in the party

the lorn for departing

I’m not all the beat

so much more to receive

there are kisses

thoughts to empty

in sharing umpteen.

I have a feeling

at home it’s dwindling

it’s one not to believe

by my age, I’ll give

of my sex, the spin

who’ll fetch the sheeve?

show me off as peevish

of the shun, I got feverish

and make me some tea

as you’d save a tree

in the shady, virtue signalling

of my dreams that are real

one is at ease

it is my fathering

my new family

along in the film

I got a new script

with all things

just as they seemed

with everything, loving

and none, beguiling

this is where I have been

with what’s on my mind freed

just how you do friendship

I’m doing real learning

where you’ll find my daddy

it’s simple, a breeze

as a Father’s Day’s reverie.

Is it really so

that change’s aglow

nor the politic a roll

if their colours rose?

for it too rose

as a go-cart goes.

Once a homily we crossed

the time has been tremulous

overhead remains a stratus

an umbel umbrella of truss

nobby, booby, this bust

that bar to be is what?

for I’ve seen pictures

and I can’t spell consort

with a yard, here a micron

to hold as a laniard does

from that player immature.

I’ll recycle my mistakes

in three rounds of stakes

so three to parade faith

in our old air balustrade.

I once spoke with a stranger

by these words; of a straddler

I caught on with a barmy fad

ricochetted off the arborical

refused pictures of my new car

but picked you, the pedestrian.

Poetry found in toiletries

hubris’ sump quizzing

habits at it wincing

convincing, it’s evening.

To it I agree

for it is steep

of deep sleep

my desirous greed

do the batting winks

so the burr it strips

from my plump nostrils

air needing his sill drees

telling brittle lip glib

silts in his breaking.

On an A-road fraught

broad as it is long

rotter rambunctious

I'd a stud in the trunk

…twenty-ninth junction

I wheedled ‘bout my bod

told him my swing left divots

never flagged to dangerous

the range of my anaclitic clutch

how about skive on kludge

a shuffle to get you on spot?

Coming along

elsewhere forlorn

hireling taut

roué emotions.

This place

its fleecing wait

all of its gritty waste

dreams of your waist

clips at my reaching grace

the fritz in my feign

I give, I breathe, I’m not afraid

not the ilk of change

grief hatch at your pane

weave music staves

to wearily potty say.

Even the miser’s brass

the best of riders’ gads

albatross starred persona

couldn’t spryly whack that

…my queen was the start.

Scion amity

ply on cavity

marathon waiting

carbon dating

jargon debating

humdrum dictating

prop, he isn't…

you perturb, I’m busy.

Raised eyebrows

tray high pounds

A.I mouse

brave shy bluffs

eh I fall

grey miles off.

Lordly accruing

your bodice I’m assuming

sadly, it’d be eschewing

casting aloof.

Belated, ill rated

infuriated, he’s hated

this statement

wig impertinent

to see him invigorated

he should rate it

tease as to his reasoning

weep a bit till he tweets

read to her his plea

greet her birthday and retreat.

Pruning as brooding

in truth, too stinking;

austere rift baffling

ye who’s hammering

the diff digging the fill.

Cars on cars

flanked in drags

schnapps on schnapps

sham in charm

past in the span

shards past sparks

traverse back; gad

darker had; stark

like cart hearts, knack

darts that appear

trad in starve

man, the brag

of raft on a path

in a canal of desire.

Drifting in grips

dibs per wish

cleave in niche

flipping fizz’s steam

duty grimly gifts

pitch peach, please

with sleeve stories.

Grad to raid

edict to grades

facts to change

heavy to say

barb to stay

least today.

Filch the witch

be the humming wren wings

glibly at the fallen sticks

this she forever sees

any whim, please get busy

not a crisis in shimmy.

Breeze

…she is

grease

…cravings

hank kin

…pal in creel

doobry

…batiste

hashish

…capisce

I fell in love lissome

that fair view from

now we have up qualms

gobbling gobs in records

…I ponder at all?

and it sums the question

…at which with gloves?

my promises of more

being the attending door

for records when you're sore

aliens, aliens, that was spur.

Drastic measures

habit pressures

khaki inspections

charges inflations

classic divisions

smash hit convictions.

Abbreviating jars

head the parlay in a snap

weaving frantic saps

sarky in their raps

sine qua non sceptre.

I know these laid pipes

they go everywhere but shy

as if to come uninvited and die

cos I’m dangerous and I’ll cry

for a no-fly zone is trying high

and these pipes are too wide

so give up and tell me the rhyme

where are the aliens? I have no time

do they dine with you in brine?

have they close doors and tell no lies?

come on ‘fore I‘ve no words for my climb

these pipes go deep, and I see light

though I must refuse your crime

letting me live from an uninvited whine

is it you won’t cry? bead after the grime

too, I hate chamomile

too, and carmine

I lie

I lie, I lie, the aliens, the stimuli?

I've no ed

it’s no use here

on your butt he said

and my attention was birth.

Congealed congested

unresolved preference

vitamin wastrel

standing sentence

he was beget

fed up to pretend

hampering misstep

memories of his best

see my first peck

first again like in death

my first text

as if to resurrect

but here it is clear

your remote breath

our wafting dirge

letter sounds in dearth

uncompromising of poets.

Psst

be this

yeast

it’d be

mist

you’d be magic.

Brevity in heavy spiel

everything in nothing seen

chemistry in impurity scenes

cabins in street view.