I broke open
like a meadow
in spring
breaks wet
grayness
with seams
bursting yellow
purples beneath
in a field
of green shoots
shooting
like the green
lantern
striking
goodness



Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

It's just what I want
I think sitting alone
wondering what
actually works
with you people
anyway

Stuff to write with
Stuff to write on
Stuff to write about
Stuff to enjoy
Progress

It looks like
I've gotten

all the poetry
I'm going to get

Out of you

Else
Would be angry lines

I
now discard


Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

Lurching
from line to
line

Crossing
this little bit
of time
with you

Hoping a beautius one
wetly writes itself out
down here
with us

In this hole
we arrange
around our soul
to suffer in
and fester
sometimes
in song



Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

I'm just here
in my life
imagining strife

and the printer
prints out
these letters

and the ai
shouts out
its cure

the sound
of words
no sinecure

I just want
to be a story
perhaps a flat

when I realize
its about balloons
i inhabit

I was raging
I really was
I was caustic
aiming
to dissolve
all all
memory e
take out
the best
so's not
to feel
its absence

Engines of disuse
disguised

draw strongly
I

sail
smaller in presumption
taller

craftier
in my

time as if it is
mine


Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

This day rolled and breaded
in dried loneliness
with a pinch of salt
on a rim

Filled with screens and chats
these thin reachings
and easy feelings
living whim

I could catch
covid or I could
catch monkeypox
or  I could catch
a bullet when
times are good

And now I'm thinking
with a wrinkle
in my response
deflected by chemistry
and calculation
and

It broke down
that bubble upton
tannic in my cheeks
setting teeth to grit
in the skin spasm

you can lead an ion
to a source
of left turns about
a vague unsatisfying
uncertain
moment

you wanted to come here
and i
given up
on arrivals
said no to leaving
and left

I have exited my head
to, admittedly, another part
of my head, a better one
this time and here
is why

I have ridden in
some elegant moments
where I was resolved
within beauty

Always surprised
at it self ignorant
beauty breaks upon
our day a rooster

in beaming sunrise
silhouette on a fence rail
a blinding after image
or right now's want

I can't see you anymore
I'm thinking with  each
entreaty to burn here
here and right there

wants of fire and cooling
needs of held and soothing
swings of hurt and proving
I am certain...enough

thisposition
\
angel of decline
/
angle of recline\
slanting
a
way

to fall a way
and you
and me

are falling
down time
that laughs

you

Once again I discover
that I am trying to render
myself unconscious
with a palliative device

this is the downhill side
of my chair's revolution now
ninety degrees to the left
and I'm on top of the world

Sluiced with her smile
I fell down in denial

I just discovered it's Thursday
way way better

So you feel you have to be acid
and all else must be dissolved

a stallion lunges
forward
threatening
warning
hoping you'll
back off

you're licking your lips
at the horseflesh
hungry as a lioness
you grin
into

oh this battle
of flesh on flesh
a victor
a meal

or an escape

and i know tomorrow
having imagined myself
there so often
winning

abate your self
interest

create a space to buffer
passion
and the instants
that used to
save lives
that now
confuse

enuf is said
in one day
to save us all
yet we fall
continuously
is this direction
away from home
and mom

it draws us back
this vein of tomorrow
this fount of can i get there
this loss of
losing

i am found
on a line
by you
here
thanks
i needed found

bound to this thread
of breath
til it fogs no more
and we kid ourselves
until then
or live



Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

Do you have these too?
Infested. I think. ******.

Panged into
something

Pangs haunt
my ***

tomorrow
has its own

pang place
where they lie
in wait

governed by
pangs of
dread

naught ever
pangs
on time

pang pang
you shot me down
pang pang
**** me now

poet with
a head
of steam

panging away
like your heart's
a target

and i found what hurts
you shot me down
what are you
panging
on about?

how has this word
hidden so long
when it its
my state

of pang

pang of the day
panged over you

pang me up against the wall
already
I'm steady on
haltingly
typing while you do
your worst



Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

This gun I load
now

Explosive bullets
Hollow tips

One at a time
Snick into place

Snick, snick
Chank chank

One is in
the chamber

Poised
Waiting the go signal

Go go go
hissing

through cooled air
a hard line

ending in a cough
A nasty carriage return

A denouement
searing inward

Blood smattered verbs
Moving

In recoil
I laugh

It's a giant ha
DNA pruning DNA

the captain wants
the wave to come

So many things
to be undone

So many things
to be caressed

And itches
galore

The next day
Is poised in the chamber

I am listening
for steps

I know you're
coming for me

Over my shoulder
Glimpses

Smart
the way u fit n

I read you
tho

and your unholy
words

I can smell
burned soul

pierced thru
Oh
this place


Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

Water thinks I'm late
to its swallowing
so I rush leaving

wetness fending
off the masquerade
of my dryness

finger licking
yes I'm thinking
you're shrieking

O I had a feeling
about you
crinkles it's nose

I went to write
or rant
or rescue
or change
electrons
somewhere

The grip is in
the way a fin
grips the flow
of water
these lucid
flows bend me

to bend me
time flexing
on space cadet
exalting tock
crowing at
intervals

Do you see
their hands
feel their
breath
sense their
heat

These seconds
to firsts
these instants
long in the tooth
hands out
catching

Threads offer
movement and
sewing in of
well everything
into this fraying
well everything

I stench this moment
with fulsome smell
of you at your earthiest

blown away now to nose
at a rose of spectacular
lid lowering sweet musk

I'll wait for your imaginary
neurons to catch up and
breath deeply of that would be

wafting through imaginarium
the exquisite elemental smell
of you nearby

What happens when
the DNA talks
I wondered

as if a molecule
could come alive

and talk it's way
to the safety of the stars

It's not as if
we're walking
hunks of DNA

Sharpening ourselves
on, well
Everything

It's not as if
we have a lot of fun
mixing the stuff

or even tryin'
to get that right
thru practice

You know
that expression
right

It's not as if
it hasn't lost patience
with time

and tissue's
slow perambulation
forward

And is now
off shoring sense
to silicon

It's not as if
What climbs
this ladder in us

thru us
to us
is writing this

is a hound scenting
the opposite
of decay


Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

What insight
to a mind
do you seek?

Or is it the simple
beauty of
a sound

Does this
bring
you round?

Or versus
what / in
your mind

Do you
live
to opine

this small
effort's
value in time

and this
you should
know

is always
a slow
dance

always a dance
rather
i swallow slower

being nearer
to what's in
hear waiting

I'd like to dispel a rumor
about poets
they actually are
best in bed

Languid fish
moving just enough
to stay still
in the current

They explain
in the sun
to river moss
and rivered rocks

the minimal
nature of flow
and balance
in quiet form

Water swimming by
appreciates
not being
held up

Says so with cool
caresses
fish desires
and stone fears

You are allowed
to be beautiful
You are allowed
to be fun
You are allowed
to be *****
You are allowed
to lie
You are allowed
to know
It's you that
allows

Only ever
a temporary synchronization

'tween fleshy machines
green beings

knocking against
some

never known
limit

with our
self hardening hearts

support system commencing
to sell tickets

make itself
small sandwiches

little i-know glances
held back smiles

whoosh

we mesh now
"could it be I'm..." - is playing

hard by comes
Orbison's "pretty woman"

"Leaving" -of course always follows
"on that midnight train"

Love the molecular
puppetry

Love the cascade
of you

Stoning me
Exuberant

"Someone told me
there's a calm before the storm,

I know, it's been coming
for some time."

I think belonging
shifts

and we
are reformulated

targeting
some other limit

dragging our souls
on a hopeful leash

Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

Do you inflate
your pain?

For attention
or art?

Lips to the
plastic ******

blow
hard




Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

Write these lines
Read your comments

then your
lines


get really mixed
feelings

and write
more


the blank lines
are where the universe

talks back
is always laughing

thinks itself
a scribbler too

thinks us
it's lines

really mixed
feelings

this poem contains
a universe

and we both know
you're rep'ing it too

So I end up
talking to myself

A lonely 'verse
writing home


Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

I am a quantum
a large quantum
i have an effect
a large effect
don't be jealous
it isn't funny
when there are
entanglements
that just go on

This just in
law allowing women to use
all of their awesome powers
as they see fit
universally codified

what little garamble
of smirtin accors this
off the page miramble
sossin and ossinn rought
ime an lessin aim aim so

I spent the day
in the forest
looking for
mushrooms
that aren't
mushrooms
but will be
if i harvest
and use dark
to nurture
in a curve
of nestle

I'll crush you

I'll crush you
an' your hard
mentionables

I'll crush you
unless you turn out
to be a higher form of life
which happens
really really often

Such that  you would think
I would get a clue
you worthless reader
and I am bereft of hope

barely can I type on
reporting the ebbing state
running my almost arms
onto  oh onto this forever

I am finding
finding
my my
finding my
I am
My
Finding
Way
My I am finding
Way way my way
Am I finding
My way


Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

Everything is an eternity from now
where i don't want to be
so alone

so of course
poetry take me home
Nothingness in a song i yearn to be so

My words won't load
for you
It's not that you
are that cool
it's just
just
that your expectations
should die and scream
whilst
and if you compare
someone
to your expectations

a flogging wouldn't
be out of order
do I sound
as if
someone
left me
alone

here
we did
and you
anding know except
awe these lights

Distance is unobtainable
if I keep you engaging
realizing yer wrong
in my imagination

That is the one
I'd be close to
Am close to
must end
now
~

Thus wokout sayeth
the sooth

And we kniw
meent

** rise in
rocks n lines

raint by rays
unknowin

ha this sun
brite

fits in
your tiny
happiness
jar

This morning
I cried
reading my own

Not really
Well yes
Just well


Over her


Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

Healing, under red lights
a certain rhythm
what is a
coagulation and a
resurrection
with red wine
and bilingual
insultation
that resonates
so ba-aaad
and I'm losing
mine

It's tough to radiate energy
when your local medium buckles

there you are in your petri dish
suitably decorated or not

and you are glowing
and extending

when what you are in
wrinkles up

***
ikr

/

Get away
get away all of you
just get away
I can no longer
pay

I'd like a basket
I am thru the brake
I'd like a basket
It looks exactly like you
I am woven accrost

simple ru les simple ounds
an' lookin' like you could
kiss me

to find wha tinside
singing your h ands
around my kybd

capitalization lifts
its top
oof is much said

long for another doncha
when they say thas all

I'm just a man
glaring at emptiness
gathered up
in these rooms
the gears of engagement
gnashed

I am pandering to who
Or is it whom?

To whom am I pandering?

Is just **** silly. You can't pander
grammatically hah

Which three misguided
individuals

Am I
Trying to delight?
And ...
yesss
that too

R u here to chuckle
moisten or
small chance
be impressed

I'm here to undress
publicly
my well endowed self

you'll have to
take my word

preen
like nobody's business
is going out
on the town

aren't you smitten
with these *****
underhanded
norms
we flower up
or smash

On our windscreen
of twist an' rhyme
and twice burnt
nite time

I gave up on you verse
I gave up on your opinion
even if you are sometimes
shrapnel or, worse, silence
you give me groove
you give me move
i know you're right right
right
then you get righteous
and i become wrong
i hate this so long
so long so long
me luv you long time
gone