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I need to solve a problem
perhaps you will serve
as thee issue at hand
to be

Well you know the process
of necessary perspective
and relative importance
as regard to matters

About which we lose our wits
you sonovabitches how angry
is the milk of all our ******
and how you see your juicy self

chewing whilst identifying the wave
you ignorantly surf as confirmation
and its churning laugh escapes you
used as we are by life pressing hard

no ones knows against what the ****
are we bludgeons welt against now
lasting a single swing and spent
then i realize waves are sloshing
Dennis Willis Jul 12
doctor my sound
beat me here
arriving, of note,
synonymous
with you who
Dennis Willis May 14
the sign said
buy a domain

so i said
i'll take salty

and the burst
of sea spray

with the cry
of sea gulls

was earthy
as i drowned
Dennis Willis May 14
We force the air
to vibrate

be something
between us

nothing more
than

and it complies
lands

as a shadow
and not

reads us not
the message

as some breath
exhaled

by dusty meteors
maybe

or crumbs of some
star's collapse

some note sung
by some sun

to some moon
aching

to be nearer
and hotter
Dennis Willis May 13
What are these things
between us

emanations
and conveyances

quavering cells
crowd sourcing

wavefronts and
instruments

of time being passed
via grooves

in skint space
flapping

with such hope
and confusion

and want
stricken

and exposed
while darting out

for  some prize
imagined
the shank
stuck
this deep
releases
pressured
flows

an ocean
says hello
with salty spray
some would say
when you are
still on your way

this unfortunate
stream
getting on
everything
smells of old
what'd make
you run

away, all in
sails unfurled
leaning in to the wind
i am salted down
to be kept fresh
while drained
dry
some engine
running hard
squeals out
a more complicated
tomorrow
than i'd like
again
than i'd write
again

i'll lift myself onto it
and try to stand
again

Sometimes I find myself
standing

And laughing

at my clambering

on time's
monkey bars

emitted by
my own reach
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