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Dennis Willis
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I cannot help this bad poetry. An evil muse has my family and dictates every word. Really. Every groan millimeters them to freedom. It's a European muse. Hummm.
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Dennis Willis
Dennis Willis
Aug 2024
You
When monkeys became serious
you
found sharp
these edges
what they could do
smoothing over
your first
puncture
did you know
did you twist
this knowing why
you thrusted
as an animal
blunt blunted
penetrating you hope
one more moment
wherein I know not
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Dennis Willis
Aug 2024
So, I am having a Quiet Night
You'd think
while my radius
shrinks
I know
these words lumpy
and promiscuous
Thinking themselves
watched
somehow heard
are nothing
compounded
until sweet
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Dennis Willis
Aug 2024
So, I am Having a Gun Fight
These bullets
they are so **** hard
slamming
I've been spending
my vibrations
on ammo
Loaded always
locked less often
pocketed
Transmutations
inform on me
while tearing
New holes
in my flesh
while passing thru
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Dennis Willis
Aug 2024
So, I am Having a Poem
So, I am having a poem
I thought you should know
it's not your's
It's another muse's
well something
just not
because you've
been off
somewhere
I don't know
where
just
not here
just not here
lately
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Dennis Willis
Jul 2024
The Deafness Necessary
the deafness necessary
the deafness wished for
if only i couldn't hear you
all being
which is just loud
which is a vibrational disturbance
you are a disturbance
in what would otherwise
be a smooth universe
like butter
crunchy things to hug aren't we
all up in our wave fronts
slapping forward
in our blind nows
every inch of territory won
lost
faster than immediately
nows you win nows you lose
now you standing wave you
smithereening everything
in your universe taking
all in at once again as usual
can't can't just can't be here
and in the first stanza at once
knukin fows
and it's the echo is all
or the smithereens shadow
like a Hiroshima shadow
i was violently not here'd
just nows
ringing like try's oh sure
they're cries isn't everything
just banging around in the wow
fut the wuk sow of a day
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Dennis Willis
Jun 2024
backPay
I was, again,
trying to do good
flood
This poem tests if you are psychologically beyond 8 kilometers.
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Dennis Willis
Jun 2024
Fried Cakes
My brain is fried cakes
it stares in confusion
as it knew what this meant
a moment ago
and then I wrote it
and it was lost
and having abandoned
the entire effort
fingers confused and
unknowing as to
which keys
should be pressed
have pressed these
as if there is another
in here too *******
i wrote this not you
not again anyway
at this perplexity
of leaving off
and beginning
as if a batter
rose in heat
and solidified
a triple treat
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