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Sep 2020 · 47
Here
Dennis Willis Sep 2020
The line of inebriation
I'm finally getting over it
took a giant margarita
and a few brain freezes
to huff my way
Sep 2020 · 40
For Love
Dennis Willis Sep 2020
The lesser view the diminishment of you
so I can be big so I can be the artist
I am the artist I am the source I am
Groveling in capital letters for love
Sep 2020 · 40
Thirds Arrive
Dennis Willis Sep 2020
Someday I will get all the way here
where the taste on my tongue is you
not some idea not some recognition of you

molecules of you on my tongue savored
in a moment in which you are revered
exalted above all the source the connection

the chemicals made in your pressured maker
spray over me spray over me wetly
i am included I am covered in our stickiness

construct of one earlier none all about sum
*** reaching for belonging  and to be accepted
i and my seed are to be tolerated now

that right there is me that right there see
that right there is not going to get here in time
to prevent to stop to pull to ground this muscle

thumping the ground must just must must
acquiesce to my hand my finger rubbing
another lottery ticked without looking at the result
Sep 2020 · 54
Swallow
Dennis Willis Sep 2020
I'd write a good one
if i was sure what that was
so i write these epistles
hoping for sound missiles
getting erstwhile thistles
of gisticles mostly indigestible
Sep 2020 · 54
Sensicly
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
Sep 2020 · 39
Everyone Gets Out
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
Sep 2020 · 96
Continuing
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
Sep 2020 · 60
Carvin
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
Sep 2020 · 100
Tan Lines
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
Sep 2020 · 49
Blank Verse
Dennis Willis Sep 2020
I don't give this time
a capital letter
or a rhyme
being better
Sep 2020 · 65
Roped
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
Sep 2020 · 45
Company
Dennis Willis Sep 2020
I'm strung across moments
happened happening to happen
timelines bleeding into comics
crayons more than sufficient
to capture the complexities
of the flag which is a knot
in tissue as are you knot

of slippery warm nerves
singing now out of dots and dashes
degrees of charge potential
you feel the calcium dissipate
recorded and carries away
this bloodstream this  grip

on fluid desirous
desultory time
moments competing to be now
land it
instantly confused by applause
give way

you giving way
no there's nothing here
strung to anyone
your connectome
escapes each swallow
and welcomes company
Sep 2020 · 62
The Framed Moment
Dennis Willis Sep 2020
The framed moment hove into view
skint 'tween and back lit
by a shining tale trailing
into tall dangerous grass
feeling just like home

turning in to everything
on its way to here
and here and here
these endless solidifications
sound like crisp pepper shells
bursting nows instant thens
heavens connected to their hells
carried like neatly packed brown bag
explanations of nothing we know
we make up keeping going
and all its movement
since were arriving
at best

arrive at best is the
nature of arrivings
is the nature of endings
or end a river of nows
here and now again
Sep 2020 · 51
Settled in Words
Dennis Willis Sep 2020
Settled in words
caramelized by night
stroll ones skull
looking about
disinterested

at this ******* and that
strewn about in here
oh the pictures
and intentions
and crop circles
Sep 2020 · 59
Only You Know
Dennis Willis Sep 2020
The sound outside of me
appears significant to you
Accented speaking voice asks
"Can I ask what is red?"
Hungry for color it pierces
about to happen
solidifying into only

i can hold on the precipice
of a memory
a wretch passing the distillery
quails at its power
toasts fearfully gated subterfuge
a land of exceptionally good bad
doubles itself under fingers

this time is needed to rectify
our imaginary knowing's
claim it's right to beat as mine
there's nothing beating as  me
save saving this with perception
there is an old song
only you know
Sep 2020 · 46
Today
Dennis Willis Sep 2020
Legs of iron rode men of nonsense
and bullets flew by squealing
and swearing 'bout the target's
low value
Of re-entry and skidding to a halt
i'm certain
i will be thrown out here
for some purpose
Sep 2020 · 80
Fodder
Dennis Willis Sep 2020
Open my legs
for your barnacle
i am fodder and fertilizer
darting about
'til you're asleep lotioned
Sep 2020 · 110
Again
Dennis Willis Sep 2020
This range
spilt upon rock
by novelty and pull
leaves out hope
that torpedo
of breathless blood
on the rod
its a soul roundup
and branding
get together
of lessening selves
for, i imagine, something
i imagine
outcropping your hopes
and you **** back
in how-ness
i'm here

holding time
against what
was said then
Sep 2020 · 56
Could Not Resist
Dennis Willis Sep 2020
I found out about small sounds
and even quiet mutterings
how they convey connection
with your peeps
Sep 2020 · 61
Of Wind
Dennis Willis Sep 2020
I am restless
in this memory
unfolding now
or is it
enfolding now

Seeking restful
ground to lay upon
to arise from high
in air and light arriving
in sounds of birds
come awake

Cajoling feathers
into order
i am reordered
aligned on spines
like grass in wind

i imagine rasping
of a billion blades
green edges catch
and release
this little sound
Sep 2020 · 111
Ride the Pony
Dennis Willis Sep 2020
Split your lip on this
sharper sensibility
bringing even your
fogged fog thic'r
where it counts
this feel we go for
thees reel we hope for
spooling along like a pony
yeehaw

restoration

yeehaw restoration

need that
Sep 2020 · 53
En-dings
Dennis Willis Sep 2020
I am alone
earned
an ergo an'
to-wit
acceptance
of resistant
confusion
in conclusion
thoughtless
here of you
can you feel it
the disregard
the absence
of concern for you
the hallmark
of this ending
Sep 2020 · 78
O'ed
Dennis Willis Sep 2020
Pour down
onto yourself
your weight
of never

reach lyrically
into yourself
don't wait
for ever

clever means
meanings
mints of lines
opined quickly
disposed of by
anxious fingers

stopped and started
in their franticness
in their scramble
to letter the empty line
escape the time
owed elsewhere
Sep 2020 · 43
Rubbed
Dennis Willis Sep 2020
This alone is instructive
i expect

tip-toe here
'round reason

it explains
so much

falsely
i think you

into trouble
into my pain

then rip  you
out

frictions
invented

rule
my heart
Sep 2020 · 39
My Time
Dennis Willis Sep 2020
Obliteration hour
hunting down consciousness
an' its hoard of arrghh
with a draught and a glass
cereal crumbled in a bowl
and lit
exhaling thoughts clambered upon
by worry and if
no room left
for that much concern
is my objective
Sep 2020 · 91
Again
Dennis Willis Sep 2020
I may have played out
some things
and need to move on
I may have played out
everything
and get to move on
I may have
played out
this vein
of my life
this cliff's crease
and need to leap
there just there
i thought
Sep 2020 · 94
That Way
Dennis Willis Sep 2020
This **** spills too much
this dam strains
wrong things in

bigger awareness's
and smaller fears
puppet me out

drift against a marker
with knobbly knees
'neath cutoffs

and crayoned
messages meant
sincerely

an arm around
a younger self
this way i say
Sep 2020 · 47
Catch Myself
Dennis Willis Sep 2020
I must catch
myself
falling
I am falling
must catch
Sep 2020 · 85
Unexploded
Dennis Willis Sep 2020
Honest ahm distracted
almost  enough
to be sick

only if
we fail
our venture

fade fade fade
in this sunlight
find my shadow

blow on it
to not
explode

all clambers up
sniffs the wind
scents you
Sep 2020 · 33
Right
Dennis Willis Sep 2020
I'll get up trim
and floss

early enough
to work sinew loose

set to righting

I have to set to
righting

right something

right

right right right

something

to breathe
Sep 2020 · 73
Not Here
Dennis Willis Sep 2020
The beach inside
soaked
in counterintelligence
arms draw away
now so hot
i cannot
key in the data
answerings to why
unbidden and wrong
swim forward near enough
i grimmace at the light
flight
Sep 2020 · 77
New Girl Says What
Dennis Willis Sep 2020
It is just this space I need
place

place meant for me

place

sewn from nows
in taxi cabs
searching cross town
for chemistry

place

i've been placed
a piece
annotated
pretent

off the board
suspicious
of your likeness
being you
Sep 2020 · 46
Clanglorious
Dennis Willis Sep 2020
All we knew
how to do
was be
lyrical
Sep 2020 · 105
Abrupt Nothing
Dennis Willis Sep 2020
these pure me's
fall ******* your
rocky perception,
die
Sep 2020 · 42
Having None
Dennis Willis Sep 2020
Snarksologists agree
to this positioning
higher

we get high on falsehoods
blooming on dissipation
of every moment
being had
having none
Sep 2020 · 39
Toodo
Dennis Willis Sep 2020
It pursues me to here
this force
hiking me off the ground
i dangle then just let myself hang down
in release
i shall sleep through being eaten
is the plan and i lock on

Then i awaken in my bed
late in the afternoon
softly confused
at what i dodged
doing
with razor blades
on Thursday
after noon
Sep 2020 · 57
And You Were Today
Dennis Willis Sep 2020
I have broken through the day
to the next
keyed up here

self starting statements that
say themselves out
satisfied

at how little
was broken
through

braking into
breaking  into
shapes unexpected

breaking into
you small and
you large

broke me
and
left me

sounds
sounds
in my head
Sep 2020 · 114
Look
Dennis Willis Sep 2020
This undulating warm curling girl
head turning brown eyes moving
from focused purpose in front of her
to me and then and then
she lights up
to see me
and I cease to exist

all of my time was to be
in this moment

knee high to my own passion

live

there are givers of life
with eyes

that see us
there are consonances

that alliterate our vibing
together saltily

a smooth song of
present-future

you are a crescendo
only just saying hi

a song just going by
the reserved

i am mistaken and
i am not

Particular about
your wave
Aug 2020 · 32
Deft
Dennis Willis Aug 2020
All these thoughts
competing to explain
this here-i-am now
******* a keyboard
Aug 2020 · 63
Awaiting Your Response
Dennis Willis Aug 2020
More or less
in my own world
could be the key
rising happiness

the more worlds
healthily interacted with
the better
rising happiness

so why do i
hunker down
in this clutter
with small aches
Aug 2020 · 50
You
Dennis Willis Aug 2020
You
The negotiation twixt
here and there
This ventured
this played out
in a skull
at least one

not the
figmentary reader's
whose electron paper thin
resonance bleeds off
satisfyingly
in recognition
of my figmentation

i am so worried
that i did not
make  you up again
i will not
mobius my *** back again
to this avoidance
of self
Aug 2020 · 52
\dixieland
Dennis Willis Aug 2020
The difficulty of looking
even here
it is difficult
and I am looking
for the comeback
resonance wherein
I hear me
being this weird poet-y thing
awkward in appreciating
laughing at what no one else hears
the alliteration was delightful
not its social envelope of power

and I command herein
to be naught pressing
so you may be your pressure
unhindered
even welcomed
drawn in
'gainst my own's ok i guess

fashion this geography moot
and i am resting against
the beast of thought
who languidly
of course
thins away
Aug 2020 · 73
On Time
Dennis Willis Aug 2020
I advocate for
the next line
it's articulate
yet sublime
I think when you read this you should laugh.
Aug 2020 · 86
Alarm
Dennis Willis Aug 2020
This is bleach these lines
raging supine
Aug 2020 · 40
Rumble
Dennis Willis Aug 2020
I've two small dogs one of which
is snoring now near my table
Aug 2020 · 40
Glad
Dennis Willis Aug 2020
The wine burned away the water's taste
though I was glad I drank it
Aug 2020 · 39
Off
Dennis Willis Aug 2020
Off
Reach for you
with this compression
pulling on
this look away
that isn't look away
against a hold back
that is a come on
of curved space time
on a thigh slipping
Aug 2020 · 39
Crunchity
Dennis Willis Aug 2020
What is erasure
I wonder blankly
clenching 'gainst
your fetid opinion

living in my forearms
reluctant
blankenship
syrup of life
over time
Aug 2020 · 42
What are You Doing
Dennis Willis Aug 2020
What are you doing
the same nothing
I'm always doing
what are you doing
Aug 2020 · 81
Is Unseemly
Dennis Willis Aug 2020
The back towards me
wanting me to know
I am not any longer
here

the last swallow of me
a claim of ambivalence
on rectification
surrendering a wrong

math of mouthing words
cosigning acerbity
as if as if
i know you understand

my friend
this remaindering
when the game
is afoot
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