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

Parts of me are wailing
I cut them off
to live here with you
since I was born here
I didn't have much choice
Get along

Over time, as I became older
I realized how much
has been cut off
we have to accept
to be a part of home
gritting girls

What is boiling here
has always been boiling
against your dense
insulating narrative
in defense of which
you cannot feel

anything but righteous
a feeling I know I feel
when I am powerful
and wrong wronging
it's just that this was
something else it was
survival, just isn't anymore

This slipping away
Starts with a
just let go

Or is it the
nevermind
doesn't matter

Not worth it
again

And I wonder about the math of payback
given entropy anyway

The distraction of value
And achievement

What crawls through these Notions
And ends up being us

Confused in the theater
of life
While everyone experiments
With shouting the word
fire

And I'm a liar
in time
Believing in you
Reaching for you
Patting you on the back
Looking for your eyes
I need what's in them

To feel

And you know me
now

Recognize the same
Oscillation
of haunt
uncertainty
and need

bleed the lines
of pressure
maybe bear down on it
less
today

Just nervous
this day will pass
without us

connected 2 it


Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

I keep wanting to describe a sound
its this big and this wide and it
makes me go oh drawn out
does this convey that to you

Look my way, yes that's right
how did you know to look here
you think you can't see me
its as if your eyes are knives

When were you here before
was i here too did we talk
i can never remember almost
I can hear you whisper to come

solipsist popsicle in time
cool as james bond stirred
not shaken by this revelation
oh do turn that volume down

I have frightened myself
with this title

I didn't say
what I had in mind

when I gave it
Now I find it fraught

and I know
I ought not

use pressure language
on poets

dismissive all
yet

a word spring-loaded
with flatulence

has gone off
like a firecracker

in a 9 year old's hands
powerful

wringing of things
broken

by mean old life
and I say

It is time
Is a cheap high

and I need it
to get by



Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

Assert your

Cut the world
to fit
Your pa pa pattern

that u don't
is another

Stuff sells
stuff
We hand ourselves
cache

Ring up pride
in bonership
god I am so cool

live
I think
in a ridiculous
story

selling yourself
as old hat
new fresh
whatever
gets eyes

in a brimming
economy

these kids
capping attitude
with
Faux wiz

know they are dead
floating on the
salt lake
of thought out
and carefully
planned
fucthat

chaos is strange
not random

I am attracted
to your

awareness
your head shaking

Your acceptance of our superiority's
gouging bill

tucked in the pocket
of a good idea

this afternoon waits
with tea

we don't have
time for

the fault lies
in the leaves

we take away
the arming
of the next breath

to condemn
the bugs

Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

There is skin talking to me
about the rub
and your fingertips know
all about
this
if you thumb through them
now
they will tell you
if you know just how
to ask
they'll swirlingly admit
of desires to press
yanked
by some tangle
of fine

I've a check-mark to make
satisfyingly
checked

done it
i say
almost carved

touch your
finger
to your lips

that sensation
of absence
of other

need
capitalizes
itself

even if it was
i liked

at an angle
bounced

high on that
even if

i liked
this this

spaghetti's
sauce

this this
isn't amen

land it
this atmospheric

won't catch even if

I wish humans were
actually human
I wish I did not see
children die
on tv
How do you
yes you
allow men
to play
these deadly

And I stop
I wish
for less
testosterone
for less
how dare you
for less
serious belief

Blend me from the blood
or I will attack
something
anything different
I am poised

I wish
I wasn't

why does it hurt
just there
when I press in
like this

Am i a nodule
being scratched
and it feels
so good

...Three horns
...You
Say sumpem

The matches are gone

it's this wicked wind
carrying away
every last moment

Today's rocky outcrop
burnished at sunset
with a coppery light

I rub my chest
and stomach
calming them

warming them
between coughs
I've inhaled

I took out my edge
and carved up that
time of ours

seeing endings
everywhere
I start trippin'

Do you know which one
*** no I'm in two states
neither of them conducive
to answering you sincerely

Remember
everything
is loosely based
on reality

To you this missive
speeds with
venom

It is your judgement
of your moments
upon which
you hang
or not

I've run out of the space I had
to get going to get up to speed
and the ramp the ramp I ran up
it ended it ended before I wanted
it to end

I want to tell you how serious I am
about this poetry
sip, drag

It is everything to me to have this
medium of meant
sip, drag

Chaired and fed popsicles I rant
left speaker right
sip, drag

It's as if I was flying a kite
skipping, light
sip, drag

And everything I said
was right
sip, drag

Before I turnout the light
on not right
sip, drag

I want you to know how
you fit in
sip, drag

Your conjectured
existence
sip, drag

Exhale the whole thing
understanding
and all

so let me be clear
about vagueness

I'm sipping wine
and memories it appears
with each administration
elicitations of other sips arise
and I am a ghost in a winery
with a girl I can't remember
it is the sip connecting time
this inclusion in me of red
and I really can remember

On the heap of fools you go
I am so
u chose away chose away
almost every time
came back for a dime
almost every time

These fools
writing hard
oh you're one

skint by days
inexpensive
brandless

wishing to be
victrola
just known

as a song
playing
on us

fat
fleshy
instruments

un-played
and
soundless

You should
love me

That  you don't
is every
human's

horror yet
you don't
love me

because
because because
you know how this goes

i vociferously
unlove ick you
just look

I found an idgit
living my life
too comfortably
to be good
for me

I'm resisting pursuing
or pursuing resisting
so fast I got here
somehow
and it's still
now

between shoulda
and gonna
is notta
**** thing
now

Just tell me
how much
i have to pay you
to love
my poetry

please

It appears
i've decided

2 b btr
'n this





Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

Want you to know
I've saved you from
several poor efforts
now languishing
in drafts
this one
just got away

What is pouring out this man's mouth?

Soupy
Goopy
Whoopy
Who
ing

Blue
ing

Just
Something
To do
ing

Gallooping
with gluons
Leave your
**** quarks
behind

Kapow
the word
of the day
today
that's all
Ahm sayin'

Exuberant
was the watchword
of the week
I watched the universe
bring it up repeatedly

and then today
and then today
and women
Ah know
my kryptonite
and I am


Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

The addings up
of things
haunts me
sums
of self
laughable
laughably
accumulat
ed
late
er
it will make
cents
and you I will
be ringed out

This adjustment I make
today
to the universe

shouldn't affect you
at all


still there
see
i told you

i know
you'll make
your own

back
at me


hmmm
i think
i felt that

generations lost
in space
turned inward

i am
certainly
one of these

overcoming
imaginated
knowing

they will
die for
repeatedly

i don't
want any more
imaginings

glorious
imaginings
now ai's land

i'll take
the feel
of this day

over
thought up
thoughtless empires

maybe we've
come around
to nothing left

of dead people's
imagination's way
of guessing us

Laughing at oneself
often
so as not to be serious
and get angry
Works better

I can kindle fury
with a thought
I've learned

Or love
It's a choice
it seems

I've always
had


Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

I woke up
with this girl
on my mind

This ridiculous
pearl
on my mind

I'll see her
tonight
Is so bright

My day seems
dim
& thin

In this sandwich
of hope
& light

I can win
in my own mind
or out there
oh that's too hard

I  am nower
now aren't I
and you and
you too you're
nower now too
aren't you aren't
you too you know
you are don't you

kn yall tell
ah need
sum compny

Thinking hard about what these lines lack
Music, clarity, accessibility

Something has to sing
Something has to let go

Do I burrow into your skull?
Do I let you go?
Do I release you?

What do we need release from?

You are released from all
and this is your moment

How fast did you
abandon your moment?

Can u slow down
to speed up?

Lines boiled from conversations
you weren't in

Smoked signals
stumbling down the page

Net of nothing
catching everything

I'm just putting
bones here

Cleant by fear

More
I hear
is needed

Fairly
Sometimes my bony things are of hope and humor

the best
just smiley enuf

I'll work
on singing

And dancing
See what happens then

to these
spare lines



Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

Oh these hands lurching
toward you
through

Look at them splayed
un mirrored halfs
almost tremble

keyboards so lettered
pose frozen as if
then was now

stepping
run
on

take this noun
tis yours
landing

Is the business
I am in

Maybe
we poets

are in
careful

detonation
of experience

shards of which
we cherish

in rhythm
and rhyme

carving
hearts

from pumpkin
parts

of me
and you

seeds
candles

blade
freeform or pattern

go on
i am

carved
in time

lifted over
myself

i run
to you

in panic
read me

out
of this

protectorate
of strings



Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

Large size people
not physically
are showing up
everywhere

I am not as small
as I once was
and I see things
I never saw

and of course
they were always
here
somedadamnhow

you just looked my way
and I saw you in there
smile and then opalesce
into eyes just like mine

being here falling here
falling in love falling
all the time being here
a somersault with you

According to uncertainty
If I find myself
I can't know
where I'm going

If I know
where I'm going
I don't know
where I am

No wonder
knowing
where I was
feels solid

delimited by
delusions
other then
now here

hooks into
this moment
is endless

I've packed a few things
and moved out of my mind

Most everything I am
I saluted and left behind

I threw the key on the floor
and backed out the door

There is not a chance
I'm coming back anymore

I'll forget those falling stacks
of waxy old thought

and lose my high and mighty opinions
so prime and all worth naught

Naught is insufficient I think
to describe their value fair

that i proudly shaped so sharp
to cut you deep fair and square

it seemed about time
i moved out of there

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

Self-organized star dust
pours coffee
asks will there be anything
else

Would this look in my face
explain to anyone
no
is hard radiation

Radiance
we are shapes of
teases existence
to superposition

my coffee I tip the mug
is gone and not
I need more
and don't

When you see
Destiny smile
in that light you know
Of which you sustain

Even the rain
is made of sunshine
and today is hot
and wanting

A clear round
wobbly trivet
on the way
to having a depression
about happiness
awaits the saucy spoon
oh i swoon
please visit me
this afternoon

The days are boiling down
aren't they
or are they?

Your shield is in place
neck hunch
I don't know?

I come b"??*?"ing time
moments
all crated hot

And I hold back stuff
no trust
scalding u

You read that wrong
I think
looking out

When you leave
I curl up to be
a hateful thing
If you don't
come back here
it isn't a leaving

Is this a poem
if I just leave it
be
and not alone