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SZA ❤
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
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.
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
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.
I'm so blessed to have my mum, Kathy Hilton. Who makes every passing minute meaningful, who gives me life. Thank you for gifting me forever mum.