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Dennis Willis Aug 2024
So you're the masked man
so obscured as to not be
'tellable  this neuron
so 10:30 but I don't
know what day

could i choose

sas if, is all, yes
the this or thats
an apostrophe away
from landing on the moon
but I'm ahead of myself aren't I

misshapen life unversed
taking the form of
I sense you know me
as if swollen
enough

gets you in
redness abates
too late
Dennis Willis Aug 2024
I've the sleepiness I've sought
sinking in
dulling me out
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
Dennis Willis Aug 2024
You'd think
while my radius
shrinks

I know
these words lumpy
and promiscuous

Thinking themselves
watched
somehow heard

are nothing
compounded
until sweet
Dennis Willis Aug 2024
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
Dennis Willis Aug 2024
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
Dennis Willis Jul 2024
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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