Frith Hilton Collection XIII

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Frith Hilton Collection XIII

Dedication

Acknowledgements



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Dedication

Taylor Alison Swift

Foreword

A timely gift to Taylor Swift. An early birthday gift.

Repatriate

Illustration for Repatriate

Tug at my soul's demise

snuff the light of your eyes

cradle the exploit of the wise

insist at the opening of her thighs

without the mind of the ice

lost ships are holdings of its flight.

A Gaining Day

Illustration for A Gaining Day

Addressing my times

he says: a feat lies

not in air flights

but in what I hammer light

I thought of him, a sprite

showed him the signs

he whistled until out of sight.

Lettuce And Potato In An Old Rag

Illustration for Lettuce And Potato In An Old Rag

What is credible

isn't it to be edible?

long starved, I gargled

premonitions huddled

wrought rumpled

on my tongue, bruised

I blurred its wrinkles

made a day old truth

of its scratches and cuts.

Meaning To Means

Illustration for Meaning To Means

It surely depends

not on what tempts

into the few cents

those of interest

for two cents

on what to attend

to beget the nest

what remains in health.

Adenosine Diphosphate

Illustration for Adenosine Diphosphate

I'd give up to the chants

had they burped a pant

in beclasping puissance

For arising, I'm a champ

untoward to grievance

to pontificate, to badger

an unattractive pilaster

My mind is as an apse

the only facing broider

Fatigued, it's hot rash

my fracking dingbat.

Misunderstood

Illustration for Misunderstood

Guiding my thoughts

you say to me: get up

I'm smooched frump

as your stutter words

it won't do as much

nor are we in any luck

feeling for our first rut

I touch the fingers I fought

digested in the memorious

I wait for them to clutch

that voice rode like a fop

when they first robbed

they weren't this argot

that gives me no vision.

An Aniconist

Illustration for An Aniconist

My dear princess

a lapsus calami rend

is in transit on bailment

I'm disturbing peace to rest

I'm recalling needle to dress

without this appropriateness

the guiding hand with an intent

their parade isn't the homestead.

Swim Theory

Illustration for Swim Theory

I've been dreaming of a rim

at times, I gasp at how it seems

a life, where only I, can truly sing

I hit it, all knowing from listening

I see it nonetheless, and to it, grieve

for a whole world of cretins

being mine, I know I found victory.

Time’s Peccavi

Illustration for Time’s Peccavi

Let's make out on the night sky

where the fading rays sigh

at the horizon suture holding time

for my longings are past cloud nine

and my coven, where the sun keeps its lie

on the other side, with a treacle and a fright

to see it rise, its slow setting; to see you chide

but to remain here with me is to ruse the sky

for a boutade only you and me can find.

Silent Miracles

Illustration for Silent Miracles

Gingerly, I held on to my heart

leasing it the similitude of the quiet

ungregarious, I forged what was faint

my mind was in a jink, at its cline, silent

no one said, but I was failing the test

if only the vapour, it would get its grith

as for me, I'd need a great dush to hit

It’s The Jungle

Illustration for It’s The Jungle

In this given situation

the stairs has me stumped

by its appetite for the frivolous

orchestrating case thoughts

it sets out to convince, I'm stalled

with a thought bubble assumption

in a landing's snug, I catch the bogus

that I'm myself a story that does talk.

But I’m Still Sick

Illustration for But I’m Still Sick

This isn't advantageous

and neither is the hardwood floor

you reported to seeing my what?

you said the creaking legs of a frog

every night, when laying the rug

I do so wearing my starched uniform

and when I hear the last of the applause

I sit by another reminding winding clock

when you and everyone called me a crock

I then see why I'm here, in mayhem's shawl.

You’re A Jewel

Illustration for You’re A Jewel

Waiting, I must

by a night's light's stump

to dispossess my lust

and to rede my hurt

for through a book's clause

the experience of its rust

the testament with its dust

at its end; first of fights lost

do I have to climb with words

ones to polish for a new edition

for the lights of your eyes in crop

open to the same mind I was wrong

so when another tickles, and you fall

I'd be as matched close on your tongue.

The Truth That Lies

Illustration for The Truth That Lies

Outlets like shadows

in their disgruntled abodes

the shapes that fill their space

unbecoming, sporting their oak

no more than their judging roles

their amicable take-home rote

outlining, dissolving, as do soaps

saying eve, not morn, the sun to go.

Buffalo

Illustration for Buffalo

It's a feline's beeline

with your cart racing by

swoosh, past the aisles

to checkout what you liked

somewhere far, not nigh

new cubs too, come alive

no different, they too ply

found by the usual lines

we steer clear of in insight

chasing a meal in a fight.

The Croupier’s Mullet

Illustration for The Croupier’s Mullet

I'm sick of waiting to be dealt

my cards are packed with health

my club sits, and my hearts are red

and you ask what's the thread

but you obviously meant target.

Swallowing Pride

Illustration for Swallowing Pride

A grenade drinks an explosion

expelled from a flawed realization

of its own crumbling nature

it's to say: its smatter is cardboard

well off in every direction.

Whiffling Ease

Illustration for Whiffling Ease

Clasped maps

by high grave grass

of lingering haps

sensu stricto clad

with lips resting lap

in a time rule to adapt

in fade of their trant

legend of the withered

hold no more itinerants

so when owls get feathers

their raised higher backs

retreat, to never attract

what earth don't remember.

Sell Ebbs

Illustration for Sell Ebbs

The quotient end

ripped in early trends

has more than tears

 

seen to not just wear...

earnings of a wastrel

 

tailing her sterling stealth

for a reminding éclair

they slurped every repair.

Climate Change

Illustration for Climate Change

Isn't it a better day

the earth is dry like hay

mugs aren't shot at to pick weight

maybe, you'll say

but when clouds overtake

and the sun retreats backstage

the wind sends its presage

by some it plays, others it says

to what song do the trees shake

none answers, for their lines' rein

it's where in the play I miss my fave

my buddy sun I never want away.

Buddy

Illustration for Buddy

So lovely in a hurry

as an often told story

it chased its rickety

by an unseen speed

awry did that lorry

I thought I'd missed.

What Folly Brought

Illustration for What Folly Brought

My ego by its turn;

an opinion

she took for hurt

 

it was by the bus

she handed her knock

No! by an upcoming red stop

it was what I could afford

a bet to accord

 

little aware of her court

now past like floods

the several escorts.

The Brittle’s Candy Store

Illustration for The Brittle’s Candy Store

Living across the street

so she pretends she's free

but in the morning

you'll hear her weep

the sun bathes her creep wilt

the moon welts nightly, her feet

aside listening, seeing differently

she resists what it predicts

of her mind, she goes for steel

but still, in there, we rob and steal

no one is taking away our stills

not all of her memories

before the lights from the switch.

Disguised Misanthropy

Illustration for Disguised Misanthropy

The critters are affected

the stretch is of the tainted

with flowers in my pocket.

Knell Culture

Illustration for Knell Culture

Drinks are on the boss

when we've had enough

but to all that puppy love.

Downhill Feelings

Illustration for Downhill Feelings

I've had a life like goo

a match patch chute

out to strike clues

 

misteps at root

living is a ruse.

All Time Borne

Illustration for All Time Borne

It all holds a feeling

a good till it's swizz

 

and I tell you it's sweet

but all things aren't tea

today, it's a raspberry

but only if you hurry

lest it's cold, ornery

 

I hate a picture's leave

when it's worse to vapid

so sorrow is its morning

what you have to breathe

 

it's my soul glowing

my time reminding

of solace in being

heaven or benighting

 

when change heals

it does only seam

you're filled

you tell what it beats

and so know what eats

a new life memory

for your picture dating.

Not Unlike Being Poetic

Illustration for Not Unlike Being Poetic

A jolly lolly feeling

from a buggy dealing

 

best I'm dealing grease

a ounce counting hobby

comfortable moonlighting

 

so here's to birthday gifting

but don't forget the reporting

what do we have if not friendship.

Acknowledgements

Playing married to Time's Person of the Year isn't a walk in the park, thank you to everyone that makes it a stroll of warming smiles my way. I love everyone of you who reads my books. Thank you.

At the start of the Summer Street Light series, obscurity was my pleasant find, and curiosity had the better belt. I'm glad I've come this far to comfortably dedicate books to Taylor Swift, I have a sense about the mundane I still want to keep when I meet her as clay never faces the heat forever.