Frith Hilton Collection XV

I haven't had much to do

since we gave up the marbles

when I'm asked to choose

playing hypothetical angles

I forget my attitudes

I tell them, like, pick me a fool

but the buds sit well and settle

too, they assume I've no lettuce

for in the landscape oomph is removed

and it's the rest to hop fast footed to

when I get my mind but in a hurtle

of nothing at all but thoughts soot

I see I'm mad, as I'm stuck rippled

I know well, and see the bigger good

I'm happy, appointed a cowlick statue.

Definitely worth a rethink

all my problems of mischief

so I took a banned degree

outside three hundred sixty

she was there on an ant hill

she'd no more on than the heat

spicy with no role in colony.

A long grief

seating feelings

softly whispering

what the crevice sees

a lime worries a twig

what hasn't it, sweet

sour, it says immersive

where no tongue leads

how meetings ours hid.

Seeing evil daily

never smells lately

amassing the amiss

no request appeasing

if any asking

it seems evil has me

so to hear isn't winning

how much as to read

isn't it to dream

we're ridding of visits

remaining flowery.

Nor is it my will

I'll have to in passing

get you up the hill

and whenever taken

by my shrewd shrill

calming, up, tilt it

it's as the season's green

to your nogging changing

it's hours clocking

a serpentine mourning

when the days repeat

yet better seizing grit

rewarding in remembering

is the hollow of memory

the awe in a new beginning.

It's kindergarten affairs once again

lessons for the boys to gain

why maim the girls, muting names

solo, walking the percentage

I wonder my flying message

it's a helicopter, no, an aeroplane

I dare say it isn't any they say

my reports are to show their place

my classes aren't what you mistake

it's rows and rows to maize

it's where matching minds olé.

A trifling quiver of faults

and a selling merchant spot

for all that I've got

as ugly as sin, a price bump

a bow, arrow and smock

still, you owe that you bought

aiming for a price cut

so when everything is yours

all hearts dancing bigot

leave a change of new worth.

Even births have a date

like when we took our fates

and wove words to soul mates

marionettes hanging to marinate

and do you think we'll fade

but with the crossing's end faint

I couldn't hold an age

car borne, I sped through the days

from Nineveh with every parlay.

Timing isn't what it used to be

it seems African, as if afro wigged

a blown soup with thyme missing

so to speak

the rails go on without the train in

of the goods in the gondola, a beet

but the chefs don't hold symphonies

I waited, but you never got to me

while in, nothing in there was sweet

to enjoy your beeming to the culinary

so exiting, I wasn't smiling

but we met, as I was to leave

my girl, all of her thoughts within

but the pink on her flustered cheeks

in that moment, as if time travelling

healing, I savoured my wine's finish.

Stretch the facts to a twist

in its midst is silly wit

you couldn't wish it

not at least as if remembering

mayday, was to get it cleaned

and we all felt up the scene

took it up like owning our visits

mettle let it up, but who knew

waned and aiming anew.

Fetch for finessing

seasons stairs interesting

at which I impress

my Sesame street.

For a new face by halftime

quarters past the highlight

down the orifice of fee line

a new woman buy

where it's puerile

it's two in the crowd's smile.

If all there is, is my bedroom

the lights wouldn't as they spool

they would hunch at the roof

lunging punches at it a foot

for soon in witches' Sabbath spoof

else the stabbed heart's foot

what ends in a poof

when journey mercies lay in proof

from all of my friends' swoop

fleeing away with hidden loot

showing mercy like Robin Hood

but never getting away any food

darkness fond at no combed book

I freeze them, weeping all of a bloom

and as a writer I find peace, my gloom.

When the goad takes a turn

the headpiece soars in gnaws

as if faming all it's to come upon

your eyes were a recharge rut

by the white, the only wall plug

holding me to my salty thumbs

fair to space bars that hold fault

your character pressed on a bond

how I could go on, sigh off in doff

from Saturn to where, still sat on

I missed her in every ringing rock

now smoothing puckered papyrus

for why, now, I'd found a freedom

tethering to you, roof remorsed

it'd but unlocked her own location

in a clearer séance, it'd say invitation.