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Dennis Willis Jun 2021
We all want to be safe
We are not
Because of men who want things
And behave like bears
Dennis Willis Jun 2021
The fumbling hand doesn't lie
uncertainty is a true thing
of aiming

Unlisten to the metallic framework
given to all kids, read aloud
sounds like

Certainty just because we want it
granted to all, before the fall
feels like
Dennis Willis Jun 2021
Thinking
thinking again
trapped in slow time
of imagining all these arrows
inbound

imagining them landing
with that movie sound
points arriving in muscle
shocking
to your sense of life

No reaction no clench
as we are numb to sharpness
and its friend hardness
as they are only words
vacationing
Dennis Willis Jun 2021
We all need a poem
in this, here, I am not alone
hehe

We all need a poem
as we, mere, sing alone
re me

No one needs a poem
to read, sear, turn you alone
ta da

I always need me a poem
gets me, vibe-ish-ly, home
haha

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Dennis Willis Jun 2021
The hours in which I do not care
are finally here

*****' and vaginas

Do you feel I should stop there?

What is a thing of beauty
if not you

Not what you've been thru

Does yours have hair?

I wish I was sorry
this isn't delicate

Not really I really wish
some of you were here

you would be
something I'm sure

more than three screens
and a begging keyboard

The hours pressed hard
Dennis Willis Jun 2021
Haven't had enough to drink, yet
to write really well
Inhibitions yet to be defeated scream
fighting that fade-to-cornered gibbering
buh buh buh but what about buh what about

its supposed to be

its supposed to be different
this is supposed to read well
save your cornflakes and all
from becoming soggy

Wondering about direction
Wandering without connection
Displaying words some fresh

This uneven land this scramble
of eggs like days beaten with spices
from unlabeled containers
I'll eat that I know
smiling

the bit not in my teeth I wonder
where you are sitting
where words mix in with your milieu
what you have at hand to sip
how fast you move on
Dennis Willis Jun 2021
Not hungry
and muscles in my arms
and chest say I'm lying
Three people talking at once
and I turn away

I notice the capitalization
you use on your way here
the rhythm of your hesitations
as you intone for the next feeling
to land on a word that sounds

Somewhere I want to be
maybe even harder
faster moving
on some natural *****
neither of us saw
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