So I must not care
The grip is tight
the might wanders
along a river
as if hunting
only wanting
to be seen
as if hunting
don't i look like
i'm hunting
say yes please
say yes

Packages of sleep
full of unopened dreams
in streams of vans
are rushing to you

Orders of delay
arrive timely
and constant
no pouncing here

On gifts of today
no bouncing here
just flouncing
away

Just sitting here
crying
drinking dry bold

channel surfing
commercials
setting me off

the end of
school of rock
has me "blubbered"

and it's you
it's always
you

find your way
in
un wanted

this thumping
thing
thumping

"you can't
let the man
get you down"

ah this life
ahm a baby
with a guitar


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I just want to be with yuh t
ee-he with yuh
Not be me with ya

a little death oui with yuh

scattering all in the wake of ya

Huh

I had a line
and lost it

on the way
to here

The universe is a machine
built for flinging stuff
against the wall

A membrany surface
somewhere around here
holding now

With a wierd refresh rate
and a color temperature
of everything

Agin' a cosmic background
of poets and politicians
pasting up pfffft all

only existing in
your mind
I break out in song

it is a fine finger of value
i extend
yes to  you
as representative
of this 'verse

are you not the voice
of the universe
arisen through
whatever agent
you believe
employed

whatever magic
you require

shazaam
your *** is here

explained

so there

okay i accept
whatever story
brings you to the brink
of this line

hah

nice to meet you
i am certain you are dee
lightful

hah

there is a pumping of blood
we seek
to be turgid

engorged

i have passport
to devine

it is thine

Can I be in love with you
for a little while
I don't want
your whole life
that's too much
for anyone
but you

Can I recognize
Can I surrender
Can I stick my tongue
where I believe
it will do you
the most good

steerage
set to runaway

by way of
can't be here

and oh
gotta go

and then
after clampdown

muted and
dimmed away

it passes
for now

somehow
news penetrates

there is air
here still

i realize
start using

Half burnt Sunday
flickers out
The damnation of loneliness
tapering off the weekend
nicely

Many things to wonder
Many options to block
wondering
This page does not wait
impatiently
Does not sieve my day
Does not lay in wait
to ambush me
with crafty censure
or celebration
though I tell it to care
timelessly
knocking away the ash
is captivating
not attractive
it's the disappearance
of days
sank quietly
in borrowed trouble

Do you know that edge
when you cross
inebriation
a rising that tis a falling

and asks for happy reminders
as it falls
to say
isn't that pretty

while sinking
in tv quicksand
wailing for a branch
or a loop of rope

The rate
at which you
are unraveling
your beauty
into my life

I shot my pencils
and I shot my erasers
and stabbed the hell
out of my pad

Oh Good
definitely some
overblown imaginated
******* that

fraught
with nothing
but half heartedness
sandwiching
an old lecture

my god
you've been tiresome
since the smile
was ignited
on some
random face

except
you've been taught
fear

of reprisal
to a thought
near

to your own
equipment
dear

to those
who own
kingdoms

of fear
of reprisal
of you don't belong

and they mean
to subtract
meaning

and we fools
avoiding piles
of it

swoon
for absence
of nothing

Is there a crack
in your wind
shield
I often ask
of fellow
motorists
tooling down
my time
to the beach
where its fixed
by sand
sun hot
have to dance
hot

and the melt
pulling
like beauty
has you

go ahead
rub your face

trace yourself
here quiet

There's something about hatred
so ****
so seductive
so satisfying
so simple
easy peasy
I hate you

Are you feeling me
judgemental you
evaluating these lines with wine
I hope

Red is the thing here
to capture you
your feel on this
offended?

Feeling nothing more than feelings
hooked on red, aren't we?
easy now
let's not be *****

this death you wish upon me
gripped
clenched
life needs death
don't be ashamed
you want mine

exhort yourself

past me
past my
strings of things
past my body

rotting on hello poetry
stinking to high rhythm
filled with glee
or is that anger

******* seems to rise
unbidden -oh what a word
you tsk-tsk
a line

and death is your friend
not me
I ******' hate you
nothin' personal

just that you breathe
and think
to angst
every syllable

I am smitten
with you
your reading
and these electrons flowing between us



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We all want to be safe
We are not
Because of men who want things
And behave like bears

In this episode
of our incredibly long-running
**** show

Our intrepid hero
is at it again
hoping

And we need him
to be
moping

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All the things
that can go wrong
starting with

look behind you now
with some
didn't see that coming

now on with the show
slow pan
he is at the keyboard

alone
given time to bang
grievances

against deaf dumb
sumbitches counting
syllables and seconds

missing meaning
and lives
oh my

i declare i shant
go there
upside down in time

the scene twists away
from his
provocations

two as far apart
as two can be
on a bed

never more
never more
amusingly alone

he knows
the audience needs respite
needs a laugh

to not squirm turn
away to
you got 'em tv

I have 5:30 to 6pm
to get this down
and get back up

hating but
unbowed
that's a wrap

how are the ratings
we're up? let's
party

Have I grown weak
in this
time

Can I write as well
from angst's
absence

Sandwiched 'tween
you an' me
these lines

Mine read backwards
upstream
yours spill freely

down
in my imagination
runny

Outside the lines
lashes on my ears
flutter

The top
of a new layer
is revealed

and we
are deeper
than ever

wherever
there are
depths

this is
broad spectrum
poetry here


Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

in the mirror
the maker
moves
making
dearer come
nearer
unto me
searer
to me
now
the sizzling
i am deaf to
as i burn up
on reentry

incoming and
rocking flame

seconds burning
against skin

skint by
tomorrow

arriving early
in my mind

time is unkind
this way

i have borrowed
from you

a closing down
an
elimination

I will pour some more
wine i will slice some more
cheese i will drift off into more
dreams i will elaborate some more
lies i will laugh at some more
forays i will reach some more
notes i will who am i kidding i will some
more wine more lines more stretching of time some more
late night movies and this typing away at time some more
baskets and drawers and shelves and closets of stuff some more
things to write home oh where is that about some more
Thursday night still to use some more denouement
unfinished kisses unattempted  caresses
kindnesses crashing onto pillows
sorry i am not wait
maybe i am

Snarksologists agree
to this positioning
higher

we get high on falsehoods
blooming on dissipation
of every moment
being had
having none

Let's say
I'm aware of you
and the small distance
you will go today

did you have dinner
was it neatly done
and put away
cleared

did you wonder
what shall I do
with this quiet
that owns me

tonight again
and that I'll do
tomorrow
I think maybe

and cinnamon
for my toast
and almond butter
for my coffee

and you oh you
you are for my body
because it aches
literally for read

I've been found alive
under suspicious
circumstances

no one has
claimed responsibility
or can explain

this very odd
and poorly understood
phenomenon

authorities
don't seem to be
investigating

I haven't been
contacted by any
news media

Not even my dog
has any curiosity
about this

Sudden and
exhilarating
typing sound

These grist groun't
pepper grinder days
falling in bits
onto

Night's tapering off
and see-thru
clear tongue of space
dragging

crumbs and bits of me
away into the early morn
sometimes before dawn
breaking

I scrapped three or four
would be's
enroute to this be

I sit in belittlement
or be betterment
I cannnnnnnnnnnnt tell

if I'm better off
without her
as if

no words
i now 'member
will change this

I love your adherence to the heat
to the incomplete
*******

and the fevered ****

There a summer
cotton dress
stylishly textured

in the rain here
getting wet
and I cannot

keep my eyes
off




Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

I have imaginary friends here
You may be one of them
I rub my stiff cold knee here
You might want to be warmth

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

When you hear a new voice
and it comes from inside you
and you realize it was always

Hello everybody
this is a note from my heart

hello everybody
this is a note from my heart

it goes
THUMP THUMP THUMP

it goes
THUMP THUMP THUMP

hello everybody
this is a note from my heart

after my eyes
saw you


Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

Hello my neurons
What's it take
To be happy?
Since you are
The endall
The beall
******* sugar
From my blood
What am I
In you?
A song played
On flesh
A story written
In protein synthesis?
A song
Played on nerves?
Flailing dendrites
submit and fire
Oh the breach

You have all left
and this remains
an echo of all
your intent
when you
came
and meant
to change
the world
mine did
change
thank you

I keep writing
stop me
at least
for tonight

No one appreciates me
No one at all
No one sees me
No one at all

No one something
No one or other

I am secreting
to much glue
I am secreting
too much

Your name
Your name
Your name
Here

I sit across
From this beautiful woman
Reaching into her mind
For what her *** already owns

And I think
Stop thinking
so hard

Just be
The Beast
You are

Why
To a lion
Does it always seem

To be enough
To be

And to us
Beast Masters
    all
To not?

I want to be candled
Held up against the light
Looked right through thoughtfully
Hear the words "a good one"

Placed gracefully
back in my place
I would be serene
and belong

And what if I
always
remember
I am a

magnificent
being
forgetting
each moment

The line of inebriation
I'm finally getting over it
took a giant margarita
and a few brain freezes
to huff my way

I could never find the time
to write a poem
so instead
I wrote
down
salt and metal
hard times
fines or jail
lines I crossed
on the way
from anger
to surrender
threw them in
the box
held here
by you

I have no distance to keep
nor a pattern to seek
I've closed my eyes
to not see my lies
and now a brushing touch
isn't too much

Daft fools writing poetry
I don't know why

Things get out
'at shouldn't

izzat a melting inkyness
rubbing its catness

on your
put together

put on
we know

what's melting
on the sofa

finger fast
nightless time

searches me
for day's devil

I have it here
with me now

I'll run right
over


Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

I don't understand any of you
as the front runner does not
understand what is behind

And I am you in your pocket
or on your edge balancing
an admission you resist

Fenceposts aren't
your thing to go by
are they

Smaller now
we lunge
past

This begins differently
I've just left a space
to see what fills in

raking through emptiness
for another line
knowing i should be sleeping
sublime

a movie ends
with such a dirge
over the credits
i change my mind

this is a waste of time
this space resisting
action for
distraction

its all day
i say
over and over
admit it man

i'm on the lamb
from
the collector
from

so i talk nice
to my dogs
they don't listen
unless i say "treat"

How does the wind
find its way home
from ruffling these trees
and pulling my eaves
taking. I feel
it's cold look in

In the wrong place

These things that we gather about
these fornicating scribbles of art
scimitars of sense and sound bubbling
rejections spelt like blood running out
ululations of spirit and other certainties
bleeding hopefully read and deeply felt
I'll take a coffee and a sandwich of meaning

yes yes you are right you are beautiful yes
this sound bathes your nerves and raws
those things that connect you to time's killers
seconds slaughtered here in honor of your fear
what about what about what about what they say
shame rules your day blame rules your way
something is running out something is running
forward about to run right out of my skin right
aside to your reading here with your judgmental
ear skinning my hearts work like small snacks
ick you say ick this isn't to my taste this isn't
my cup of tea i don't take it filled with blood
this was a day in my robe this was a day

with a finger in my ear a song in my art
i am pulled along bumbling grinning
awkward in the slip stream keeping me off
really
are you still there are you still curious
if this has meaning if this has beauty
if this has some understanding that will
ease the up-welling of annnngst and anger
or click the box of right and let you smile
just smile

Look at your hands
tell them
how to hold
oh they already
know
Whisper about
the feel
of my

Rest them
in the crook
of my
place for them

Spin them around
each other
and you feel distance

Let them flutter
up from the keyboard
and sing

They ache
you know
for entwinement
your fluttering hopeful
birds