When you finish
you should
clean up
right

Some past
Some little thing
Some haunting recollection

fills the need
the fear needing

the fear needing
a name

just before
*******
erupts

from deep
as if u knew
what 2 fight

what 2
******* bite
will leave

u alone now
right
no

Please
don't
leave

I can hear
the next universe
singing
It is all
I can hear
some days
and I know
I am a note
in a cycle
to there
skint of
time

Attended the funeral
of my best friend today

Life goes out inexplicably
leaving confusion behind

and carries on against me
against my heart against

my breathing without
desperation as if I could be

not desperate to see you
not desperate to know

some **** thing any
**** thing other than

the end of the good part
breathes on me
smelling of work
and reward

hammers and tongs
quieting and
extracting
a new man

scattered applause
polite and
exacting
its revenge

I liked myself
right up to then
arc welding
with a pen

cut against
this pattern
and bagged
as scraps

Legend in a chair
celebrating
here's to
th at thing i did

toast reaching
to get out of
the toaster

lift me out
butter me
tell me
I'm tasty

These things
don't end
aside from
a s i de hidden

you can't see
what I'm doing to me
unread        an'
unknown

still the best
and only
ambulatory fool
i've to drive

I'm aching
To make sense
This binge-ing
on now here
Day after day
Oxygen fueled
Cooked atp 'n me
I'm just spent
not even sure
wisely matters
as life wins
from every
direction
Not saying
I lose
Sayin' life
Makes relentless
look weak

I don't see me
in this mix
of women
wives and
daughters
and
...


I can't find me
in this pile
of ...

I have questions
regarding
your hearts

I don't understand
how you can resist
falling sweetly

I think you
seek
the same

I am free
of sandwiches
of hope

Media is us
news is
to taste
may I
offer you
my insistence
take and shove
seem handy
now
and you're
on the other side
of my lens
so

I've had people take offense
to my face
Been dismissed instantly
on a glance

Rendered in that view
not even
Felt the dearly the assessment of
no value

My eyes know to pass it on
overlook you
Separate you into category
Nothing there

It appears communicable
nose in air
Stemming from simplicity of u
don't luv u

Something less turbulent
grows here now

Catches me fishing
wetness

And lightness
from your unforeseen depth

See emptiness
as a place readied

and each poem
read or written

re-lights
us

Chuff against
the darkness

you hold so tightly
it fades

just these words
don't

Are a ****
Turn us



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let me dance
this way and that
reach up
thumb the tip of my hat
to you

Let's find some words this morning
that will change the world

You know you have them
Right on the tip of your tongue

Scarring your fingertips
Struggling from your veins

And I need them
Now

And more
tomorrow

To fill this rapacious starving ever advancing expanding bottomless endless seemingly infinite
need

To read them and have them change me
while I fight them to the letter

While I write them to be better
In my ear

Where R the right next words
Already

I am hungry
this morning

Roasted vowels
Spicy alliteration

In round sound
Hash

Heartbreak and balderdash
Head break, cutting, musing
And death

And love
That thorny ***** thing

All singing
and swallowed
sigh

Sustained for a while
In the numbscape

I'll
Be back



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Let's go home now
Its where I need to be
Some magnet
In my pants
Pulls me there
anonce
I am riven
with tomorrow
salt  and vinegar
Kettle chips crunch
Who's bidet who's pillow
invites color and need
pages of straight up
need and desire and
hunger tempered by
tired of this
tired of that


This space falling flat
In challenge


While levels disembark
into gray and and cool
glistening
blocks of whatever
I rain
in case
I taste


Hang on what's that
art on a pillow
that picadillo
that
THAT
that impossible
human
cannot be

Let's speak to this life
who's heart is not
at peace

These results
are stark
I think

Or

I can't see
beyond
my event horizon

There are just
no events
of note

Wait
retract that sorry fckr
rite there

there was
that night
with her

oh y eah
he thinks
again

so i am simple
an' bottemless
u?


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I'm carrying intent
in a relay

Thru serpentine
now

Curvilinear
answers

to The Daily
Question

This cold air
a collection
of *******

This draft
this delicious draught
scrambling cold
over my knees
ooooh
please
this doesn't
nope, this doesn't
anything
in defeat
in callous time
between
bread of science

I am robed
costumed
in gadgets
bed bugs
and
disarray

do wonder
with me

do you
gulp
sauce of
**** that
r u chosen
to die
bur-ring
it

I arrived Thursday
stayed to mahself

Bought pen & paper
and wine

This is that
distant day
where you'll
be finally
nothing stops
less I hit pause

i should be shouting
should i be shouting
what am i shouting
why am i

to shout
about
what
i just should be shouting

something just what thing
not this thing surely
but something that has
that ring thing

that ring thing i seek thing
i've only a dull detection
but its enough for addiction
as in there is not enough

in the recoil of these keys
as feedback
to the pressing of lettered
darkness

a pressing of time tight
as a frightened night
lived again still
wanting death

Oh god the ***
is so confusing
is so delicious
is so confounding

No wonder
the politicians
and religious
grabbed hold

What if I trusted you
I asked myself
and not my fear
or my idea
of you

Can you be
trusted
if I tell you
my truth?

Or will you
snigger or
opine
on mine

Wher e is
that line
I can never
fine
I'll return

There's this level of buzz
where the editor just crashes
and I am left hehe hehe

I hate my narrowing mind
its assertive exclusions
and your apparent distastefulness

I'm sure you resemble the outside
of something turned inside out
try not to take this hatred personal

I certainly don't mean anything by this
as I work to rectify the universe's mistakes
with thermonuclear blank verse

Someday, I imagine, I will be
discovered
beneath rubble or in
magma

Someday, I imagine, I will be
discovered
skin suddenly in light, eyes tortured
and hungry

and there is this conciliation
of noxiousness

occurrent with definition
can you feel accurate

I approximately am not
being truthful nearby

whilst you time out as open
to this lid on danger being in place

were this an actual explosion
our bits would be scattered

This is the feeling
of drunk and alone
do you know it?

Is it a song
against
my lips

smearing meaning
on any
face

not here
not available
not mine

yours
yours?
where are u

reading
weakest
of things

next to
believing
time's tales


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Exciting
and pretty
near
useless


Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

These hands
passed from my father
now dead
passed from my mother
now dead
passed to my daughters
both living
grip this time
like a woman's ***

Life and now
are slippery fucs

Lots of spinning plates
on a moving vehicle
being rebuilt
on a road under construction
in new land
and it's foggy
or i am

entirely certain
about this
line
and above it
then

now you catch up
to what happened
r u there now
or here

lively lines in light and electrons
actually fucin connecting us
you and me
a web between
two nows

entangled
where this poem
doesn't exist and can't be seen
is kept, i hope, well there

my clouded heart
3D evaporated moments
careening through routers
band with singing
cross talk
traction on earth's magnetic field

inhale the solar wind
it's sound driven heat
a note from home


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What do you have on
as you read this
what is around you
is there a smell
can you hear music
or any other aural influence
Are you comfortable
Healthy
Alone in a dwelling
or trying to be
Supposed to be
Or even being paid
to do something else
or giddily dying
(of course you are)
as you read
this time into
oblivion

yeah

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Life hacks this stoney universe
with belonging

Old paths claim our steps
as their caresses

Step upon me with meaning
I'll get you there

Scars of pleasure unseen
leave carved knitting

Knots of time

in some future gloom
to be rubbed by whom



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Everything at your age is Magic and horror
Everything at my age is Horror and magic
or perhaps I have that backwards
I drool to be your compadre
in awkward discovery
of skin and within
and without

leave this
space open for lack
of reason and treasonous
impulses gouging in to sheets
of future expansion into some now
your smile comes and goes often down
get your thoughts lined up and shot through

The violent one in me
is swinging fist down
with force
I'm clenched
almost rigid
in muscle reaction
to this desire
to do harm
to someone
bad
Are you bad?

No one seems
to admit to this
so i'm backed up
my  eyes darting about
there should be someone
bad about
shouldn't there
be someone
to fill that role
I need

I am not big enough
I think after reading
top poems here
authors so big
they see the stars
as if they were
space itself
so small
and bright

I was orchestrating a time
I was plagiarizing
a rhyme
I was fumbling about
as you can no doubt
corruscate me out

So some lines for me
things that pine to see
into that darkness
into that darkness
light it up
glow
this is the burning
of ignorance
its fetid smell sweet
when consumed

So I ran into this moment of clarity
and, of course, I ran like hell

I got this glimpse, see, of making
and what is this pull away from light

if i am a candle do i wish to be lit
light me is always on my waxy lips

time huffs on me like an ember
i'm backing into what is still solid

i don't mean to set it afire again
i say grinning at the sun

I'm going to collect that light
gently
and take it to bed for warmth n
comfort

in this pool
of my ablations
i turn my face
to warming
vibrations
what in
a shallow pool
rolls its white
underside
up in hope

Chasing myself down
Run here I come
Where did you go
How did you disappear
like that
Stop already
This is exhausting
This
Now where are you
You are supposed to be
Not that don't do that
Why are you being
this way
This is what you said
you wanted
What now
Get up already
I'm not

There is a limit as to what I'll public
however it's probably past yours

Sluiced with her smile
I fell down in denial

Ah, that's a good wine, I think and set the glass down
thinking hard I pick it back up then a couple of Ruffles
and pick it back up to counter the salt and back and forth

I guess I'm trying to have a co nversation  with someone
and its more like I'm try ing to have a conversation with
an attitude I imagine antagonistic  to my blurry self
blurrily how-dare-you's are steps in a building of
angry

one line over the **** sweet poesy broke into a lope
its the angle of its exit from the current context that's hot
state and curvilinear girls achieved a simplicity in time

how do you find this transition of self crossing  boundaries
contiguous hallucination s become agreed upon and scheduled
and you have a nice organized day hardly a thought out of order
'cept that bludgeoning wi imagined when we learned we weren't

getting and we weren't gonna be having an' that fornication well
actually, a series throughout the day of such imaginings leaving
all of us longing and smili ng helpful happy to be distracted

from stone and light and shear forces not to mention dark energy
70 percent of everything including yourself gonnawannado\
something sometime that changes everything everywhere ya-uh

and then we get here, some unadulterated space where we just are
sitting around the house in our gotchas and our extended awareness
processing time into lines similar but not *******

lines fall
into place

down
upon your face

i kneel
in ink

pressure
to blink

to heal
higher

than
now-est

i am
ouch-est

in
breaking

on
skimming

lines
of waves

thinking
about breaking

always
breaking

always
breaking

tomorrow
as if

it
could be

as if
u could be

aren't
are you

fumbling
at this

*******
it up

to ink
it here

hear
it ink

god this stink
of life

wafting up
from her ***
pount

to carry
that possibility

always
ready

is more
than I

can knowingly
follow

scent
sent
down

i flake






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And then
there are
these things
called words
oh my

Listen to the morning
when it says
come play
today

My imaginary life
tells my body
to sit still

My body
has other
imaginings

We like the flavor
of a clear signal
a known knock
at our door
in the night
these nevers
howevers
levers
we look away
pulling hard
Can you tell me
what is happening
here
which is
where
i don't know
you are
or what's
on your sleeve
again
away
discoloration

Listens skitter by
Herds of them
Reciting themselves
For sugar
and electrons
Bringing shudders
and waves
making  me
remember them
stronger hating
my abandonment
their

things better dispensed with
fill my brain
you know they're about you
when you've just left and run
run run run and run desperately
not finding
not there
not
here again
her ag

a symphony of clang

no ing

harm home now
my tenets uneasy

One Direction leads to smaller worlds
And One Direction leads to larger ones
And you are caught

Enroute to forlorn
Over what to do
What to do
What to do
Oh my

And you visit small

To be big
is to want
then worry
order is all

It was a three girl day
honest
it was

I'm grinning so wide
and fear
arises

you'll interpret this
in some
bad way

and i'll empathize
in some
darkness

that isn't the light
shared
today

Dropsen nyan zegasef ul
is in rising

into subsequence
maybe consequence

Hence up blends
this is hesitance

nyan  takes up residence
all a sizing