Frith Hilton Collection VI

Fern-like friends

air-fret trends

smelling blends

shed skin left.

Picking up my pen

is nothing to help

flacks of paleness

as if suddenly deaf

I saw a girl’s dress

it seemed to suggest

I could be the best

but without mirth.

Do I? I seek

. . . gainly get angry

do I like the ante

room of culturati

sigh bereft guesses

rhyme by rhyme by habit

accomplishing five after forty.

My draperies have no place to stay

then it’s awful meandering that I wait

the chockfull line sneezes in grace

flaunting the wealth of the air again

groping my thoughts in wanderer’s pace.

Can’t tell the difference

attest to the weekend

affairs of the day’s spread

breadth in measurement

what’s meant, felt as length

inspected, nothing to reject.

Blotter mutter

like a heavy daughter

suture, lot tad.

I don’t know how I feel

despondence at the heel

in remission to believing

allaying who you’d see.

But I do not agree

not just yet, this flint.

Have I never seen

never even responsibilities

it’s how it is

quim

I’ll own this healing

so let’s go be.

As a kid I felt the vibration

I still do, as its choler is still on

grumbling, it bangs its tabletop

I’m not sure if he’s got a mum

cos he cries, as if cursing god.

Electricity and habits

romance and magic

say a riddle, quick!

why do the electrons flee?

because “they” have the switch

so you don’t pay the fees?

no, it is their plaything

at times it itches

so they go clicking

letting me in on secrets

like my favourite films

and overrated soap scenes

but as a teen

something in me grew

my imagination rebelled the streets

out, it could be dark, but not in me

because I had music and weed

shooting star, Owl City

now it’s ever shiny

I’m like a daddy

keeping the electrons living.

My droop

was she poops

my heathen stoop

by my high loupe.

Forgive me who

I’m new to Hollywood.

The queue is long

we all know the actor

years of boredom

his scripts slumped

then this rebuff;

he is reborn.

From the trailer’s effort

he’s going down a bomb

I’m at the best stop

here is the town’s crowd

flowing and far-flung

a convincing fandom

or friends in crawl.

September, August

July is the month

then I come

October, a baby is born

last day of the clop

five months along

mirror numbers, additions

you’ll see the connection

he’s mum’s screen idol

she’s a queen in his world

I’m a princess and I belong

I just got my first job

so this ticket I bought.

A light touch brings focus

showing my thought’s usurp

dad sold me these words

interests come with kingdoms

So I’m glad I own this manor.

Somewhere in the world

there is a man, once a boy

of age becoming like adults

a time comes

they say once

the ink rouses the author

the fruit burst

maybe a melon

he meets a girl of honour

theirs is instant love

can’t tell, maybe not

but there is a yacht, a port

and he should moor

he could want something more

but he pulls a dot

he’s tied the knot

if you see his desktop

he’s got just one icon

he said bye to the toms.

These digits

could beat

kick

they’re moonwalking

and they grip

keep

holding

even in greed

they’re the deal

now it’s pointing

her, she

Taylor Swift

heeding

to any

whom see

paper rings

fingers hooking

at least

it seems

maybe

a team

they feel

I agree

I’m owning

even in poetry

in bevy

first dedicatee

I do, doing

right, me

to love as sweet.

At times I have no buts

but hurts

giving tongue

door up to hurts

read my mind’s blurb

the words to trust

oddity fraught

never to be touched

caw to core

broken, distraught

reminder brought

fragments in catapult

burning and worn

to warn

it should have been us

track on stats course

but he’s god

oh what a ploy.

A hood over a noggin

with grudge for a dozen

the portent oldies

and their cousins

isn’t free

not this evening

he’s gotten busy

well, apparently

from insisting

he has agreed

like the thieves

to remain in drip.

Truth be told after

there is none other

often ever

any one heart

at grasp

diddling distance

it’s Leonor.

Why make a turn?

In the pendulum

it’s as strummed:

I love your tongue

as the shock

such of a gun

I want your song

with the bird on rock

every front

to have let it swung

dear give me hugs

I'm romantic short

this day's purport

“keep it curt

the poems' defrost”

‘tis times to your halt

cos I write for thong

your butt I draw

you saw?

I’ve done for months

I hope you 're in club

words as your thought

I'm never to buck

how could I, collocutor?

your handsome slipup

dreaming me no snot

shy we could have a son

oh the club's crop

please give this once

I want to say a lot

I think they'd adopt

it's the weak seconds

when you show boredom

on my screen with colour

though I’m busy like smock

your hue is the trouble

showing I’m having no fun

fray my eyes to freedom

naught tops your buttocks

boy I’ll be your fighter pilot.

Wuss shot

here a new to report

this got too long.

A sudden burst

hatching punk

hit the doors;

ears and else what

it’s the conversation

ousting focus

a far reaching jut

sound of a coconut

as a fresh one falls

the sound dropped

it wasn’t; as isn’t just

who heard? I, a pop

from sprinter’s block

I set off

can I tell for sure

well I found no lunch

gawd it’d be ludicrous!

something as amorphous

“it too picks vibrations”

it is what I caught

years ago as a boy

what else does?

The skin? Some hunch?

What did catch the call?

... unresolved

as the article; undissolved

I too have been misinformed

jokes and blush

if you tell no one

So I am dumb.

So I read the text

days after the bed

it’d engulfed there

I was lusciously dealt

covered in balmy pelt

both voices blended

dunking in like bread

fine wine in pipette

sucking in netiquette

poetess and hostess.

Opposing mirrors

with no pictures

angle on torture

a lost reflection

rock, paper, scissors?

Lexicon.

An echo, old spoof

seeking its natal station

an inadmissible proof

a plaintiff again in court

a fairy’s tooth

in choccy crust

an artful bamboozle

boarded, in the carry-on.

I hit pause

pore

over the icon

glance at my cup

the steam in disport

a honey, coffee mixture

“shared emotions . . . ”

“I belong”

in parting thought

shearing perception

of

my bought

animation;

its cessation

It’s been lemon

to opening shop;

a Mars pit stop

but

this simulation

the primary bigot

a gulf by drugs

in exile, footloose;

hoot at decorum

needs a reward

a level up

too long

a bishop.

A gulp

small

then action.

I found a tuck shop

a strange stumble

it shoved no point

just a bubble gum.

Mixed and mature

ilk and hiccups

blicks and ballot.

What I found is a line

joining me to you in rim

a culpable life twine

as the length of the wind.

I woke up to grapples

as my baby eyes were born

everyone had a question

what will it put on?

making me cry like everyone.

I might as well

give a return fair

telling who fell

but it depends

on two pickets.

I’m the kinda guy

to tell you bye

a crow’s feet mile

away in hip style.

It’s your birthday up

so no holding grumps

ahem, some detritus

it is better I’m blunt

words from a podunk

from seeing you crush

as you do, but wrong

it sure wasn’t London

poor, you were nervous?

starting in an eruption

with the air pompous

the rave had the clock

so the afternoon dust

all was in splendour

and then you turned

we all saw your buns

I was seeing a record

so you know, I paused

a new fan to glorious

ouch, the temptatious

from memory, audacious

it’s why you scorched

right? To tell off

wearing panties high cut

or it was the occasion

you being sanctimonious

not big there on inclusion.

If I was doing fathering

I’d have some centipedes

for no other reason

doing some contemplating

on how it’s managing

its awful leg trips.

Once while dining

it’s when I got the news

it’s awful hard to think

their legs weren’t moving

but they were standing

oh, I hope it’s never new

this thinking

changing from A to B.

I won’t be a loser

when I hit it tamped

help you give back

baby, I’m from Africa

you should consider.

I’m Hilton, but wean

black with a tint flint

I’m the gas stove hissing

all three verses

pockets of hounds dissing

I’m that vividly weeping

even after your kissing

nothing here is stringent with

I’ve those laughs then clip it

exit

so don’t cry, I still believe

someone is out there at peace

calm by his naivety

down with the ignorance affixed

with the tea spoon in, let’s speak

I have habits.

I’m convinced you’re bad

exotic like dished sharks

never let me see tabs

smell your panties for that

sperm whale before the bar.

Say you, say me

ever true, ever we

you had a man

like a week

was it the plan

his member to see?

I’m sending photos

I’m playing rondos

your rump in black

ever leather strapped.

I follow the stars

their gas for map

I keep staffs

not for my back

but what you are

is a fight to start.

I’m carried away

I have to stay

remain in this place

with a romantic pace

nude with grapes

a shallow man slaked.

There was a meeting today

it’d nothing to do with tapes

or writing poetry or fame

but you showed up au fait

debonair air, but for your aid

daddy action remote and A.

Every time, it tickles

for its state, fickle

it’s as a nickel

owning it prickles

if just an ickle

I’m down in knuckle.

Songs of the dead

remind me of the end

sotto voce to pretend

there’s nothing withheld.

A reckless steer

to a flight of stairs

down a well stirred

in harmonic tears.

With the mind of another

tending auspice closer

I made it to murder.

Green badges

spring latching

fin earnings

grit hemming.

The starry sky

isn't leaving

not tonight

any evening

here I’ll bide

in the galaxy

ears for eyes

star listening

celestial pride

high heavenly.

Thereafter

bathing with others

the soap and lather

has been the sole drama.

The dang aptitude

her ovum magnitude

it’s from this storm

while she is young

she’s having us crawl

dupatta her smock

leaving me extraneous

if I could only clutch

at that femme symbol

I’d give her fruits

if only she’d choose.