This is the feeling
of drunk and alone
do you know it?

Is it a song
against
my lips

smearing meaning
on any
face

not here
not available
not mine

yours
yours?
where are u

reading
weakest
of things

next to
believing
time's tales


Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

Dip me into the flat line,
under the frame,
where the sun sinks,

The longest day of my life suddenly
ends with a twist, turns
out, your venom

burned negative space
in the lid and
let out the damage

you did.

Soothing strength
Superhero serenade
Waxing with whispered wavelength


Cascading
Calm to comfort pointed pain
Or placate fear pervading


Guardian
Singing to give gifts of grace
Your chant cheering champion

My sister's birthday
How could I forget?
Well maybe it is because I am older now
Dementia, maybe hit.
She can't be 71
It's impossible
Are we old
No, we will never be old
We will always be
Two little girls
Playing with our friends
Til the end.

The guy who wore a scarf at the bar,
he chose not to write
because he's ‘no Hemingway.’
I told him no one stops me.
Memories of Ginsberg, Frost, Thomas,
and even Bukowski's drunken ghost
make me feel at home in my words.
That didn't change the guy's mind,
so I told him to drink up
and do something else.

-Ron Gavalik