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This may not
sound right
I am
So tired of me

And I can't even
see me

My results
I am alone
writing
my shipt
to you
prolly alone
too
readin' mine
tascape your own

Maybe we're too alike
to be more'n useless
have resorted to the beauty
of this mundane
solitude
hoping for art
and his knowing friends
to clap us on the back
and say things
we won't believe
even if they are truer
than your latest
fantasy

skin
lips
time
stir

Time's handed me
it's distraction
laughing

It's a grip
the unknowing has
of fear

that leads
us to
break bread

**** you and your smile
its half life of just past sleep
get out or in deep
no more
place holding



Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis
Let's speak to this life
who's heart is not
at peace

These results
are stark
I think

Or

I can't see
beyond
my event horizon

There are just
no events
of note

Wait
retract that sorry fckr
rite there

there was
that night
with her

oh y eah
he thinks
again

so i am simple
an' bottemless
u?


Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis
What is a song
Does it have long brown hair
falling down it's back
as it moves
around you

That note right there
a wave of arching
your back your head
exalting up and back
rippling back down
ruby highlights
dance over hips

we reach
for higher notes

How can I love a song so much
Izzat sublimation
or usurpation

underwater
and wet participation

in combination seeking
permutation

my surrender
without confrontation



Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis
So it's a thought
upside down
Bucketed
and banging
in here
going *******
for a way
to be strung out
up even
going for not easily
gotten over

What did you
Huh?
say
all this banging
has me
I'm doin
can't hear
you

why can't u
hear me
can't u see
what's going on
in here
standing
mouth open
you're no help

thought u wuz
my friend
hunh

Thought like this
banging in me

Thinking like this
ahm clanging
hanging me up




Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis
This is burning
and I choose
to be gasoline

You looked down at me
Said a sneer

Each cell of mine
reddens

A billion bits
of bull-dreniline
released

Ready ready ready
Part of me
Ready to destroy
the threat
and make things safe

Or unsafe
for them
It's not here
Balm for your fear

It's in
Disuse
Of those
thinks

Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis
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