Frith Hilton Collection XI
(2025 Edition)

Her feathers

are the forever

rafters

a name

to undulate

to punctuate

     say I'm in place.

Deep in the screen

the pixels’ gossip

     begins

for their hiccups — liquid

true water in its flowing

and when it's evening

with home sofas heavy

eyes never too sardonic

a guise for an even-ing

     celebrities

everyone sees

no eyes on the family

believes

     the piste

excels in the scene.

Between two islands’ visits

     is a field

with currents ever charging

     offensive

a successful pitch

in the right direction east

takes you north overseas

     at the beginning

it is where I found goals to keep

with the riverine in the lead

riding headless, no penalties

perhaps in discovery

a hinterland with an ostrich

     unwilling

but the estuary

     let me swim.

I have

a bottled receding water

of mulling thunder

     source to uncover

not to utter

but from an albatross

     drew I the short straw

the origin of the allure

I once lived by an harbour

     flanks of a good ship I bought

with no lady to support

finicky, mine was a loud purport

outside in the tidal

     the reservoir’s daughter

unwilling to let me depart.

When applause gets a reinvent

home as taught toots abreast

by shards of memories’ helmet

all ride for reasons to cement:

     a passenger who is recent

so shadows remain present

without it — annexed

     and within the prescience

     he went.

The fun is light

it's the itinerary

     its mastering

drove by the stop sign

new brake pads are fixed

     it has left the journey.

The other day I saw a bird flutter

wings flapping, whisking butter

I'd left the car

with a wedge and jack

so I thought relaxed:

     hey the bother

     I'll catch a ride on its back

but by a wall, clearly detached

as if talking to another mister

I knew I'd need my own feathers.