Frith Hilton Collection XII

Let's make this up

but not let it slip forth

however your fault

bond too distraught

interested and taut

but

soon it'll be the fourth

from here, it's a month

where "1251" was begot

the one, only bliss corm

and wheezing conduct

following our rapport

and I can't say much

marvelling at a trump

a silence bop

not Hilton's fault

of poets you torture

but isn't it a lovely box

and too, it's a donation

my real deposit pot

to cry from inflation

till I fly away and off

outside with a razor

where I'll be enough.

Richard had a regal worth

whom'd a withered thought

and it was how much more

and how not for too long

it doted poets for idiots

only ever selling the flaws.

I hope nothing reminds

while this swy hides

if time will fly

let it die

I was brought to light

a lover, blight.

Chasing open-ended beliefs

fate got snagged in high mischief

and nothing followed in the drifting

for it wasn't life's stream hearing

it wasn't the gifts' lost glistening

it was winning not being

being on our feet.

If I could just sit

take two minutes

implode this, repeat

turn off for the screens

listen to the hurrying speech

the silence speaking in my feelings

— everywhere if looking —

the same waves we're watching

as it's my arms I'm raising

maybe I'll relax to the bathing

leave baptized a creative.

Yet, he's just another

holding out his hunger

it's the typist's extra

on the bench, as others

it goes clickety-clack

with black ink badgers

plus, in return-bill stash

capital rhythm amiss, apart

he's a blemished character

so for a block as the writer

to ask "why" isn't his starter

— close to the end in letters —

so with his reputation blank

he says the amazing is trivial

using questions; see it depart

until this too, isn't any intact

but his words; the unequivocal

his opinions are in black

by the sheet's white pander

and what he looses thereafter

is his betrothed typewriter

to which he ever ponders.

When it's this side of the road

the croons have the ode

eye mark with their crows

as the gentlemen's nose

where your eyes go to follow.

Fate is at the gate

now, I wasn't born late

but the prescient weight

of shadows held my day

their faint roles engaged

what I'd was totally staged

not the universe in a cage

or its past now to be erased

no, I was painted in sex avail

and I ponder their coruscate

diffusion of sweat passionate

hypothetically, the end quakes

emotional stories I'd narrate

what my eye was is the debate

did my pupils mean to embrace

or was it clear; one who staved

and that I'd be hard to educate

loving with composure to dictate

unearthed to an ol' worldly shame

merely to enjoy the help of a brain

whether lone or on a romantic date

I long to seize its conscientious pace

for paltry shape of its common maze

to let it see what I see from high gaze

its innocence sucking my youth away.

What I've seen isn't heat seeking

and all nudges end in gimbal quit

she's a sweet sixteen armed lassie

rousting the colt of the stampede

the only heart of the one barbaric

for him, certainly she's got poultice

only if he'd prick at the imaginative

and let heaven play again its synths.

There's a chiming past liar

I'm the lad, so pick an attire

and up your rump, high umpire

let the swathe of mischief higher

my gauntlet words, too, my ashram

grip my biceps, the whole nine yards

what I love more, the curve of your ass.

Each day is different

so alternatively it ends

as if, while now it's spent

emptying my trouble's rent

I see its reconvening portend

so also my grip, what's resident

for helms till the returning regent.

Whooshes omissive

her flu sheets

in allusive

coochie.

Let me take weighting bases off the grid

the hollow occulted grievances

teeming with their interesting swims

rigging often again, the wizard's whizz

affiliate hoot to it - this

evil kneeling through and true in ease

the defence to how it fits

with recon for her one-two breeds

crossing the clammy crux scene

only to find holy for their feet

and in their hearts, no quandary

it's fortunate they're appropriating

their new guise extricating

for Testa did buy them asses.

Seeing how I must show flair

for my orifice's sphere

I share

it's how she flared

I whispered: peer-pair

let me fill out the unclear

we're all in the crocodile.

The vanguard carpenter

took her break's flatter

just for your farts

to review plans

kill off faffs

to relax

his patience was inert

her eyes swole cataract

as she goaded the whisker

the air visible and physical

he thought it for rad

so for the facts he asked

again, bellowing up disregard

with the sun hammering his back.

It's a long time from the bath

the immersing one of diam fitra

first, I fell in love - I lusted for a car

but I took pills; I saw their ol' borders

so I took ill, to a loss of my terroir order

for I'll 've no possi, do I disregard the fiat

a dying talking toy, still in his days of salad.

With just a bag of potatoes

I set off into the wild I chose

convinced I could grow those

for whomsoever poked their nose

I knew I'd need the long hose

but not this too far from home

I'd doubted notice of the pose

my lip's pout, exhaling smoke

I was too far from all I'd sold

but that wall picture to loathe

still, a Panglossian as it followed

By the fourth one on that row

labouring in emollient brogues

there was a call, it was a "GO!"

that simple, it ushered in a fold

we were defeated by our foes.

The dog hasn't had its bath

so who knows why he does that?

in its translucence after breakfast

never missing his morn cold showers

his melancholy shows like a lime badge

while I've got shower scores, it's adamance

when the light came in and I remained undetached

that part of me in his solemnity, unperturbed, latched

in disbelief I fumbled at this dog's day barter

seeming to give all to be flushed like a prisoner

he even stopped being mine, without any spats

so, as if locked out, I listened to the running water

watching his gradual return to being an animal

my little puppy, nothing more could be ceremonial

but first, I had to be sure who was given drugs to Jack.

To say I simply would show up too was crass

I could count, but starting with my hatchback

then clockwise, to the motioning clock's hand

I promise I'll be where — rest in due, no acrasia.

The world could; let us hide in

it's when I saw POTUS, Joe Biden

maybe he'd let us, I said, like a cretin

then I saw your fame, this monstrosity

their watchful eyes, my desirous seeking

as my thoughts couldn't get me convinced

with its counter flashes of the not so romantic

as to why I'd want a thing so hidden and unseen

for she's crème de la crème, seeking only gentility.

With me not knowing

the hand couldn't grieve

nor be brought to its heels

too busy by tristesse's stream

but handed a new, I was out iffy

bracing, to mine retired on a sling

sure wholly, knowing what she means

you too would, get along, and too, agree.

It's a station

get your gas

no auctions

so be exact.

The indeces and their saffron

without me in their outcrop

I'm needlessly in its crux

parking a high horse

Holy cow, add us

'tis how harlot

I caught.

The remaining doors hung

with the rest of their thud

in hopes, the earth's waltz

had seen out the athwart

to invite in for a blockbuster

one certainly sure to occur

as by hands of one director

rooms as the gavel struck

every turned and unturned

in on an act, an auteur's lock

with odd spurs too to abduct

smashes rocking along plots

a china fell from its hutch

I'd given my favourite up.

Finished locked to start

so when do I war tats

finish this varnish flat?

at two adze I set a yang

when do I empty cart?

I'm drinking at no man's business

take a hike or pluck a lute, I'm sent

this journey will be my instrument

the strings I won't strum; stressed

for all night I've pondered our tent

it's a fine wine starving off old fret

and lo, I've said none; for this rent

so I'm drinking in a flute's inquest

waiting with this riffle in my chest.

Traipsing the seared ends of the grounds

I could not, without velveting my gallops

the altitude held all I had on hawk to rub

whittling easily hardened hot parrot talk

all the time here, sure of what I'd bought.

It's time

and to say I'm disinclined

isn't rhyme

chiding for fight or flight

I'll be alright

until I'm battened swine.

These creases will drill

isn't it better spilling?

saying I had old bills

charge to my genes

for a time libelling;

nervous scene.

Even in this nutty era

slowly but prescribed her

I'm a handful of felt

hands and chest withheld

beguiling the hunt's end

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when she airs her presence

the dark lock raises puppets

the true trough if you're upset

my tummy's woe, not impressed.

Mitch hell

retail tears

but to flair?

beat length

taste's strength.

The taste has changed

where I go has aged

and like a fine wine's name

it's remained the same

my cask isn't by day

nor its esteemed fame

free from dust in its space

nor only an eye to shake

the dying winds awake

I've visited this place.

This child wears a calm

that bay holds a stamp

we all left for the ramps

with our shirts in hands

ready to meet our halves

but the border had a catch

how do you grieve the past?

with what pins do you class?

the best with their answers

holding their apples better

who caught the old fads

who gave up on all others?

but a child's upper hand

lent no clue whatsoever.

Oh, call on to clocks

this hall sings its old plot

it dismisses what it witholds

as it argues who belongs.

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I grew up by a pole's hold

and was led by its flow

the winds never sold it toll

its inches never moved its gnomes

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what could beat its temperature

what was hot or neither, yet cold?

loving, and hasn't it bold enough

with its prose it calls and lauds.