Frith Hilton Collection XIV

I tell myself

I'm by twelve

dozens of spells

and solve the wealth

in her hobbing love ed.

The issue with nothing is echo

it never returning home

with a glow, two running folds

I've got something to hold

an idea on a hitched up road

It fell, but so too as it rose

with depth by the callow

the lovely to see its growth

nothing swathes like a prose

its incandescence harrows.

Damn, I don't have anything

what isn't fought in feelings

the beak will find like a pick

but I must now sing a wish

a number from my learning.

Sending roses to Damascus

a fair warning to albatross

I have a laid-back rash horse

her name's her like rust locks

they team without a hue stop.

With doors unlocked

I come up to fine dust

I hold up in stymie pause

the mood is stale rancor

as the day always before

then with a palm I've lost

in the chafe he well robs

I sweep him off my desktop

but just before any work

I peruse where he belonged

and in retches no wrong

of no torrid or the astute

but he's a bug

don't you see his wrongs

they are flies over pus

daily he reminds his worth

as he hits the grounds I walk.

If I was a chicken

I'd bear nude feet

Wander wondering

why I am ever horny

Cause unlike feelings

the ones in my knead

Creeping down streets

Soft, even when craggy

By your pen, I'm shaggy.

Sometimes I can't think

it's literal, I'm skunk's hiss

I push where I will

and what do I see?

I'm diseased

deceased in feeling

an offal feast

an emotional nit.

So I like a good girl

and a camel's hump

whichever to her spell

I spot

frolic in the crepuscule

I'm waking everyone up

in impel

I ruffle for a red dot

canary singing to tell

feelings intervening forth.

Sweeping the streets of oaths

the wind struck on gold

now missing its home

only sure it used to be cold

nothing else was bold

but of the season's fold

It'd taken its own

and now for the road

It was told

If only in hopes

to repeat its own ode

for only home is sole

in feeling, in roam

errant, all are reposed.

This is reaching for a fist

as does the hackneyed

not unlike if recouping

and it does without visit

waiting for a beginning

it latches onto past meanings

where it found me eating

I'd not gotten off without a meal

camomile, all the way, I had tea.

Dying with my arms open

my spirit lunging too soon

meeting place of the pools

of the new, the old, spruced

no faint light was as untrue

where darkness transfigured.

With his flight light

I'd worry about pier nights

and if nothing had died

all out to divide

none now to highlight

he fed my fire's bright

nothing with my hint tined.

Silliness, hereafter hunger

the baker's only gram pan

way in on the scale of smarts

coming fit with eyes that bats

as tonight, it gets a ciabatta

anon by the file for breakfast.

Birthdays — rushes

instantly crumbling

my hard pristine

but I saw you win

you looked like ritz

the Eden of endings.

How can this love be untrue

with this hold, it's demure

a fermented girthy spoon

have you the spur to inure

from root to fruit

a retail creature's chore.

Greetings from the gruffy side

once they hockey, roaring tides

ideas in my head as take lines

it's my time

wildfires led out in crocodile

to drench your youth senile

beetling, nicking you imp right

I watched all your friends' delight

glowing hopes of being his wife

and what I've noticed has my eye

it is its brightness in the vile

their empathy is key to my design

see, I have your loyal mind

it's pledged as theirs, old servile

they aid you, you're a ramp to my ally

and she's got a good humour fight

if I were you, I'd get a simple sign

something to give off the wrong mile

it's afterall a while since you'd to decide

and I'm not shedding your appetite

you're mine until it's no longer fine

when no one's grasp of your find

sells you your needed stimuli

that'll be me, your only, on life.

A blurt in meaning left a face

the cops questioned by their ways

but found no word on your shame

they thought, how outrightly blamed

she is a mad woman, but to be displaced

is it left to the civil or the insane

soon word crept up their pad a page

and another till you were disgraced

they'd found you by no one's sake

the horror was you didn't have a shade

all knew well than to comment on a sheik.