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Dennis Willis Sep 2020
old actors singing my song satisfyingly
and i'm still uncomfortable that's  possible
that i'm so easy to capture

notes make sense for a thousand years
cast in tears identical
and rich as cake

playing at playing at deadly play
the lines clear on their faces
not to be seen as borrowing

this is as deep as i'm willing
to excavate at this late nerve
vibrates my what am i blathering at here

perception of everything
bumbling forward everywhere
non sensicly
Dennis Willis Sep 2020
I read the science on you
why "you do the things you do"
it made all the sense saying
you get a kick out of being cruel
this skin gets in its licks sticks
***** of pain and confusion
in your plans for *******
this channel surfing these pizza
commercials and c-minus movies
this squirming is unbecoming
and I know you know the tv
is too loud the lean is too proud
on you
leans
on you
as if you were real
in some sense close
personal friends
with me
something i wish could be
you might be in your robes
inking knives to be used
as smiles or dollar signs
or horns on a clown car
just before we all get out
Dennis Willis Sep 2020
i hate this rude world
this brutish slapping of meat
sound

of get

of ear-closed certainty

wet slapping gives way to tearing
and gobbling

my head the last part
capitulates and can't swallow

mesmerizing this engulfing
almost love of me as dinner
i feel your satisfaction
of going on
Dennis Willis Sep 2020
I am where the wave of me crests
admittance to this piece a cry
of muscle and scrawling knife
ignorant of all 'cept the art
of the sound of the carving
everything there is to hear
Dennis Willis Sep 2020
I don't give this space a sniff
'cause the smell of poetry

i want to say rankles
it's a push off of my own

this heat and smell an'
deciding on words oh my

the delicious and furious
tossing of sounds for this one

this ****** of a phrase
drawing your lips unhurriedly
Dennis Willis Sep 2020
I don't give this time
a capital letter
or a rhyme
being better
Dennis Willis Sep 2020
its how the day starts
its how the night ends
its how the little slice
of nothing 'tween
all the somethings
detonates
in my side

that's when
You come to mind

you come to mind
all the time

its how i listen
its how i hope

i give you endless rope
nope

nope nope nope
okay
you
okay
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