There are cornflakes
smarter than me
about poetry
so crunchy
see

In every man a tempest
and a worm
turning
to the sun

In every tick a forever
and a now
rising
on the wind

Scream this high note
into your pencil
douse the follow
as if life went out

Your bubble
Your bubble
How do I
Bring this freedom
Home



Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

I am involved in the
deconstruction

I am pulling lines
snags are breaking

do you now flop
on a warm beach

regret or enjoy
the warm sand

Smashing rain
is numbing
the squirming soil

Drowning time
heaves its discordant
sandwich

I am nummy
numbed this tastes
good like more

time and drool
will hold
you here

go you fool

Arriving at careless
Where I've let go
even

Filling that space

Rolling over
throwing a leg
out easing my back

sleep comes e  a s ily
in stutters i know
are pallid

shuddering away
to sleep off
whatever

this flavor of a day
the floor is lava
in this story

Please don't be real people
with itches
and angsts

or that fucin thing
lus
ting

'*** then singing
makes
sense

and poesy-ets
should
be

Open my legs
for your barnacle
i am fodder and fertilizer
darting about
'til you're asleep lotioned

If the folds of space
are as complicated
as my sheet and blanket
entanglement

wherein I am kicking
desperate for coolness
or pulling for
its opposite

bunched
when I need
unbunched
scrunching

Then it makes sense
the red shirt guy
always getting it
in scene one

Later comes
the remake
Folds hiding out
until dark

partners
in the cottony cool
slipping between
so many things

flow crackling
delight
and they have me
made unmade


Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

I said there isn't any more space
And space said I am more
I didn't know what to say
At that time

Later I found this
out

So I put it away
Back away
time hissed
disapproval

flying by
So I'm late
as a gouge
I'm sorry as a gauge

On like like

Hang on
Slow down
Let me get
My finer sensibility

I have this fondness
to which
I won't admit
about a day

I think
Everyone
Knows
Its Thursday has my heart

I reconfigured
the pulse emitters
and that did it

a trillion poets agree
meter *****
rhythmically

Don't soften existence
to the dissonant
by being it

Pounding out my time
Jumping in my hand
Wanging side to side
in my head
Where has this lead

you have read
yourself into something new
that no longer fits
inside the accepted you
along with this line

i don't have the lyrical
beauty you seek here
I have sawing lines
hewing rhymes
sharpened tines

The freezer
is my friend
I can put
my margarita there

I have pulled out of battle
I have stopped punching
they are still at it though
those certainties fighting

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

"I got so **** depressed"
a single person
too busy

Steaming on Wednesday
Waft off
**** day
**** gap filled day
come night
come flight
unadmitted fright

I can romanticize that
for 50 Alex

Spinning faster
than slow fukin auditors
can engage
isn't
Don't know why

Out guessing whatever
reads us
like results
of theirs

Unadorned selves
stroll past
not interested enuf
to laugh
or even nod

You fill this
opening
and flee
fear the imagined
showing up

While the other
unimagined
waits unpenciled
aren't we all
vacuum formed

The joining of forces
two cookies
and a glass of milk
An agglomeration
even now
talking on my tongue
saying things
meltingly  
coercing further
examination more
dissolution in service
of licking my chops
over and over until
all traces have been
successfully removed
except my vigilance

There is a line
inside my mind
climbing higher
trying to get to you

Intent to unwind
inside the lines
already in your mind
trying to get to you

an Ah wanna be a soun'
at keeps going roun'
and roun' **** tryin'
jus' can' put me down

oh once I hear a song
bout crying over you
can't put that down
that I can't for very long

would you be part
of some sing song
right being wronged
just because I long

This small life
unadorned
by fame
or money
or even
friends
still longs

Smaller
than intended
alone
with words
abundant

To describe what
whilst nothing
becomes anything
like something
that doesn't ring
or sing

On this side
I emit nothing
fibers of wannabe
criss-crossing sight
so many
they mat up

I think I reach
for you

this conceit
my lever

of ascent
satisfying

ly
high

above you
all

to distill it
clenched

un
rewarding

ly

so, i thought
this is a contrived
effort
as is
your reading
of it

not a thing
of beauty kneeling
before you
seeking
anything
at'll

then what
do i show up here
for
if not
to be beauty
loved

smile
forlornly
at me
and i
will do
the same

Light upon your day
there is no other
than this

around me swirls nothing
of which I am certain

in me swirls everything
shaken and stirred
mr bond

maelstroms unite
get organized
blow harder
start blogs

pensive i am
'bout that

ache in my *******
as if they
have
an opinion
on this

this

this easement
of a wedge

of a sense
you can feel coming
something is

"That's not how any of this works."
-some commercial

As I am running my life
I expect someone to come up to me
and say that

well, again

I am laughing
at the inside of my head

it is thinking
of lines that are funny

only to it


Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

"He left behind a harpist
which was a particular surprise"

Landing this tomatoe
of a life
like a bush-man
whacking away
at the imaginary
at the statuary
at the contrary

This this avocado
is happening
with lemon and onion
your tongue's saliva
disolving these words
like wedges
like edges
of salt and lime

I have time now
as always
awakening
lands you here now
going wow


Then now and
you drift on words
floating in cerebellum
um um um
grid neurons and place neurons
chatter you here
and you
you believe you

Landing
then steps
then steppes
then schweppes
all accessible
this distance and discomfort
from unnatural connection

just fillin' in here
found these lines
blank

didn't seem right

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

You invented god
and hell and demons
and I'm really tired
of it and you

inventors of misery
laying in the sun
on our backs

Do you feel it moving
This wave form that is our current
Understanding

Do you feel it become
something different
While we go to laud it
It is new somewhere else

We are newer faster
Our instruments for replication
Of Ideas

Faster faster faster
breathe
slow down

what reflects that draws you
Why does that catch your eye
Which eye

I'm stringing words
like popcorn on fishing line
and they dont like how that feels

Look under the sound
let it slip off the word
literary malfeasance has occurred

Take a pickaxe to the sound
pry out the meaning that has
latched onto this single frame

Be a criminal getting to live
unexpectedly

See if you can go a minute
without having an opinion
which are turnings-away
and self inflationary strokes

This defines my heart
define:friable

R u ?
I seem
Un

prepared

Is there
a chef

chopping
away
at muh
day

for the
good stuff
to add
tua soufflé

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

I was talking to the french fries
about my love of golden brown
You  know how you are in a salty
conversation and you don't know
how you got there when you only
and then that plunge into hot oil
that you know is so-oo unhealthy
and that burn you love that burn
and that shake of salt is the light
of day and you pull up a shake
and slake that crunch's salty wake

These keys asked for something useful
you are not around to press
such a thing upon them

I can log your absence
it seems correct and not useful
as I write it down

the page seems to yield
sparingly unhappy
I leave a skittery impression

Darting away

I am the one
this time
being unimpressed
by your efforts
to get my attention
this is a shoe horse
of a different color
for me and you i think
i am encountering
resistance to this being
my forearms cramping
in this direction is resistance
why is this uphill
is this wrong this
yes

this yes

is a thorn

i process a song

this wrong this little tiny wrong
and its bony burr

but but but
they they they

**** this awareness
lemony perspective
these lights
now on

The universe:
Say this

About me
Tell them that

I want them
To know

Is
Well meaning

Feel
The whole

Of
Which you

Part
Is a fate

The whole of of us
Is lonely

On




Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

I've had it
you

don't even

don't even

wrestled down
to this
particular

disappointed
frown
baby

what are you
what are you
coming at

Sell me down
like cigs

you can't even
turn down

sell me down
any price

a soul
this soul

read
my profile

like me
enuf

to read
my soul's

writhing
in time

fruit or
die



Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

First
Getting ready to go

Dread

Yet I know
my strength

Is needed

So I
make some

I'll cry
outside the envelope

Oops
oh well

I do both
equally well

in earshot
of the body

noogies
and hugs

all 'round
laugh release

happens
more poet's work

in the land
of the undone

distilled here
for us


Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

There is no them
or there
or then

These physicists
now wonder
can anything else

be

than observing thoughts
observing thoughts
I view my personal

tangled up universe
as continuously
increasingly

delightful
So you are now
feeling
wa-ay better

I had all these things
and then nothing

i'm a little distant
to your ways
tonight

real and i
wonder will
you want me more

as i thread out
to more
distant orbit

in your
view
scape maybe ing

I hit him
in the head
in the  broken
spaces
of knowing
I know
I did

The blood red time is upon us
-No it isn't
The lefting and righting ends now
-No they don't
The constriction is here
-Nah
the singularity hardens against
-It's all gas
the final conflict flares
-gas

Dramatis personae included
we act like lines ask us to act

lines formed in absence of presence
aching, pining, for a time like now

take and run some paint by numbers
universe

they all explode
figuratively

I've let you off
the hook as if

I'm already broke down
and it's a good thing
I've been afterthoughted
left bobbing along here
by the wave of time
eddy my new exciting friend
has my head spinning
that's when I thought of you
needing something
I could see from here
your hidden longing
and if I just acknowledge it
I take part of it with me
and you exhale or inhale
and we all know

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

When gods play
it may not be
a good day
for the lay
and they
will so