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Leonor, Princess of Asturias
There is a giant cloud somewhere that contains all the poems I will ever write, here are another forty-five of them. Nothing here is furtive, but to rhyme to forty didn’t seem cool. At forty-five, it felt like a well put together piece; a mission accomplished. I present these poems to you, thanks to all my enablers especially my dad, Richard Hilton, Kendall Jenner, Mariam Rod, Taylor Swift, Charli XCX, Kelsy Karter, and Carmella Rose. If you believe it is a crowded house, don’t dream it is over.
I will be giving up coffee, alcohol, and being a trick. When Collection VII arrives, I will be a whole lot cleaner, as there isn’t a thing tenderer than meeting a princess.
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.
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