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Dennis Willis Aug 2020
I don't want to be a better machine
than you
anymore
Dennis Willis Aug 2020
it's a long stretch of holding
my insides way inside as if
they might be seen
in a deep breath

i should let myself i-think
and certain thoughts
step in
why this mad dash now

and this is the cause
digits in vibrato playing keys
not pressed
down

kept from going anywhere again
dressing and ******* ways to be
feel capitalized
and carved

purposely underwritten
the character languishes
in the discards
i say i say
Dennis Willis Aug 2020
IKR
There is nothing to like
or love
here
Dennis Willis Aug 2020
Just the right distance
from
Can't get far enough away
Safe
shadowed and still
you can't see me
out
here

where letters slow
down where typing
slows down and
letters want to crawl
back up my fingers
from whence
they came

undo close
undo undo undo
nothing happens
and the wound
doesn't close

I have 12 percent
distance
bowl distance
molecules
of masking flood
to the fingers
where the fight has declined
to skin on plastic keys
immune to pressure

the forefinger tip tracing the squarish
key of j
or is it J

Circling definitions feed
on my showing up as
posing weakness
and pieces drift away
like readers
Dennis Willis Aug 2020
And I shot out the penguins
from under the dusk
where they held back the day
and the night
so they could get gray
Dennis Willis Aug 2020
I'm sitting in this kitchen
decidedly not at
the dining room table
serving as my desk
it's a mess
a reflect hitting

accuse me
an' this
sorry these
sidelinings soaring
all out
absorb this
inta ink an' drink

an' we're here
a now wanting out
where where
I'm confused
at this end as that
striking darkness
Dennis Willis Aug 2020
This cut
cuts away that
which holds me back

sliding from me
eyes dulling
is me
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