these ramifications
are farcical
I abjure effable
subterfuge
when that kiss
the one you
live on
pulls on
its gloves
and glares

Living in this thin slice
almost flattened
'tween was an' gonna

How does everything
fit in here now
this infuriatingly
slippery small
picosecond
Holding the universe
while it wonders
where it goes
and is going
while it stays now & here
we imagine
all around it
like frightened chickens
scratching notes to self
peck it anyway
Why can't I feel
today's end

I'm in here
somewheres
I don't look like
you imagine

I"ve tickled
the sugar coated skin
of my closest friend
so he knows

I'm pushing the field
that thinks its the thing
that is the instrument
holding the wave

in case i stop zap here
and i am reconstituted
as a line of *******
like poetry you snort

I scroll you *******
infinitely fraught
perhaps
infinitely sought
steps

thin penciled lines
on faded paper
wait by the bath
to be cleaned of time

what darkens into
these lines
those lines
crowds of already

waiting  to be sound
blasting away
at space time
that you know

camped out
on moonbeams
made of nonsense
capitalized

this distance
away from
that grip
on you

closing

This, we think
is to be passed on
This understanding
ripe in our getting
As if there is always
an audience who cares
and it is just time
a wave of ears
and sounds
clowning

Look, I love you
and
you don't love me
simple right

It is too bad
I'm
your best friend
foff

Oh, wait
you're my
best friend too
foff

This finding
this identification
a tagging and categorization
of you in a slot
where no advertisements
will follow
no inducements
will lead
here
where syllables seek
to sing
for tiny amounts
of giant hearts

There's a Puerto Rican
woman
on my couch
snoring

There's a beautiful Puerto Rican
woman
on my couch
snoring

time is this clown
as  I run do wn

life is this maze
with muscle seizures

do i do i do i
what

There is this
this

Let me stop here
where you don't want a *******

and long for it

This undulating warm curling girl
head turning brown eyes moving
from focused purpose in front of her
to me and then and then
she lights up
to see me
and I cease to exist

all of my time was to be
in this moment

knee high to my own passion

live

there are givers of life
with eyes

that see us
there are consonances

that alliterate our vibing
together saltily

a smooth song of
present-future

you are a crescendo
only just saying hi

a song just going by
the reserved

i am mistaken and
i am not

Particular about
your wave

This gravitic nonsense
pulls on what
oh
the belonging

you are in
just by reading this
and clicking love

you'll receive exclusive
benefits
and this halts my f ingers

bad grav
gripsme
i scrunch forward
jutting my jaw

here an'
i melt away from
the keyboard

I talk myself deep into time
These Loops are repeating and annoying
And can't take
Something

I dunno what
Some impingement
on their curve
on their free flow

You see it
the ******* of self
in the maelstrom
as identity

a concentration of now
is a concert
of insistence
of being

moved by a verb
of probability
Ahm prolly
right about you

knowing shears off
uselessly crowing
its labels
fizzling

that there I see
is really something
uncomfortable
printed

I don't have patience
for the normal
passage of time
So I hurry it up
by being anxious
time still passes the same
I just move faster
to create the illusion
that meets my need

Looking for a space
to fit
Rendered
into
self-immolated (rusted)
into
violently cast
into
this gap
this crevice
of tonight
again
me

some engine
running hard
squeals out
a more complicated
tomorrow
than i'd like
again
than i'd write
again

i'll lift myself onto it
and try to stand
again

Sometimes I find myself
standing

And laughing

at my clambering

on time's
monkey bars

emitted by
my own reach

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

Today, ok, right now
I, big I,
I feel happy

Seeping forward
a wetness at a time
a sticky clutch
releasing cha cha
chatter
an' rust of next
shaken off
the dog
of tomorrow

sbarkling wine
Threads down
my throat
shocked
wanting
feigns
surprise

I am already
a game

Loosely lost
in the after game
after party

the video
hesitates
and stutters
     no wait
ers
that  that that
that's my life

drinking future
smoothness
  no wait
drinking now
spoonfuls
gulping
missing
splashing
yeah

mean
to mean

Lost for some time
so often
I have a map
of lost

It's back allies
of friends
i haven't seen
in years

Waiting to turn
away
a yellow gray
fade

from me
no sign
they see
me

the turn aways
of almost you
are gathering
wait,  no

It's not you
Not them
Not the way
home

Knots
Not-ed tight
of made up
frights

Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

Doesn't always respond
when called

Often laughs at odd times
when talking

Stops says hang on a sec
starts scribbling

Cries at joy, smiles at misery
Amused at anger

You think they are right there
with you

Lying beautifully
with hidden rhythms reddening

Usually displaying angst
heartache, loneliness or self loathing

Sometimes joy from the delicious
ache of love

Always always lost in some other now
when now needs scrubbing
not scrutiny

Often trying to fit things
on a page

Black and white flowers
describing non existent colors
on an infinite canvas
fed to eyes in hiding

Usually easy to spot discomfort
in a crowd

Inundated by all the words
When sober or not

If you find them in this lost shape in the wild of syllables and sound

Run
Or hose them down
Before they infect you
They are the carriers
of humanity


Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

Love affords a swelling life
of resilient connection
and excitement everyday

Suffusions in all
our great hearts
bind us

to these high moments
of great delight
being alive

Whilst whirling
around the center
of our universe's smile

i'm so tired
of the lightning
in your words
the ensuing
tightening
of my heart
the deftness
as you practice
your killing art

Don't come and ask me for money
and tell me you love me in the same breath
tho
you think you would never -you would
its the circumstances the narrative making you
keel over an' belly up belie your belly full
and some lies own everything with deep hooks
and cascading nuances of cheap surrender
to ice cream to grocery stores to mexican joints
spent time before you ran off and came back

its time for a remake of the popular organization
of the state its time for a subjugation of subjugation
and letters bringing smiles and pronunciations of joy

This is a new series
I propose
Wherein you work
and then
take lunch
and perhaps
a siesta
which always
puts things
in Order

I'm holstered and, for the moment
safe to be around none of that
that nonsense as usual business
tonight, not tonight, tonight
there are commas and caution
is not thrown, in this w indy a way
as i've not got any to throw

not lurching into
whatever you think i might
lurch into

lowered to binary we squirm
flattened and catered
lunches in boxes are nice
aren't they
there's usually a cookie
and chips

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 wired you
the money

See
I told you
poetry
would make
you rich

What do you mean you didn't get the money?
It's gone from my account

Now that's
poetry




Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

I know
that I've been tricked
into loving you
I knew
that I'd been tricked
into loving you
There must be something
arising from nothing
In this universe
arising to sauced
and looking about
stirred into idunno
how is this gulping
sensation this sure
eyeballing tom a row
ann a column ahm
accell you lar nature
spilt and grinning
post bawling 'gainst
the usual death

Someone let night
Out of the bag
It wasn't I

Someone let slippery Darkness
Reign o'er the day
It wasn't I

Someone let today get ahead
of you
It wasn't I

Someone
Not I

I was watching a cartoon
when I realized it was you
and me

finding our magic powers
comrading the hell out of
conflict

Or our portrayal of life
as such drama filled
reason

for a poem a good one
that elicits surprise
joydom

That
was some
Apology
Oh my


Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

Everything about us
is *******
except our ******
they are the tools
of life
we
are the decor

I'm done with these things
I'm done with many things
we like to say
things like this
with finality

wow
I need to be
dramatic
see myself
big, powerful
decisive

and I am
simply
an overstuffed
human
flouncing my best guess
at manly at you

Let's end this pretense
You don't know
What you are looking for here
Perhaps you've been taught good form

And you think you look for that
Perhaps you've been taught an appreciation of beauty
And you think you look for that

Perhaps you have an ear
It's clear what sounds dear to your ear

Perhaps you're just desperate
Will use this in your Darkness

I have been

Perhaps you're fumbling about
In life

Seeking a reliable
Rhythm

I can say
*** ***

I can see
Thru this

Thinning of lies
to the thickening

of maple sugar
time

pouring in
on my pancaked
day

you r so sweet
an' incomplete




Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

I tried on Windows
I tried on Android
With three different browsers

Posting every answer
Freezes
You have a ******* superpower
Of preventing input

It's when I was
inserted
involuntarily
into the
universe
that the
trouble
started

The chain
of becomings

Opened
to here

When do we
know...

Maybe Never

Maybe Always

...anything

Seems like
both

Always sometimes

Needing
more often

I'm inadequate
for your purposes
Maybe even
for the overwhelming
majority of purposes
I am a hazarded key
for a suspected lock
securing maybe

We are at
the dissemination point
when all things are knowable
by everyone
and no one knows
what to do now
without edge
on which
to orient

Maybe the time
of little kings
comes to an end

the last fiefdoms
backs against
some unseen wall

trying not to fall
and so willing
to ****** us all

shrieking names
at time past
even listening

My conceits are on the air again
or is it err again aloud again
allowed again
by whom

and this grimace is fake
its frightened on
my face again
by whom

Don't look around
pockets full
of buds
seeking that taste

I am almost
and I need
to overcome

I am near enough
that this ends
and begins

I am gone by
and none need
this ending

I am thought of
in some past
forgotten

And then these
syllables
containt

If I'm under the gaze
of the best amongst us
or us at our best

This breaks the crust
pauses the lust
I am hushed

What shall I bring
to today

This is not the time for poetry
I say
not the time for balled fists of words
meant to smack you into now

This is a mundane hour of finding
socks and coffee, forgots and oh-nos
followed by dart-aways 'n' I suppose
so's

yet here the fingers are poised
and soul draining
last night's too much abrading
by love's rough leaving

I'm not sure how to stop you
from reading further

The Big Egg is an actual place
we walk in the back door
three people working the counter

as we walk by turn to us
one
may as well be

a searchlight
of a smile
stops us

open mouthed mid thought
awareness sheered through
warmer to melting

smiles leap back across the gap
and words
and she leads us to our table

via a path
through her universe
seated we look at each other

like we found candy
good candy
and mom smiled okay

*** what a
wholebody smile
this skinny girl

says "your waitress
will be right with you"
like james earl jones

would if his voice was that of
a 7 year old
choir boy

I say "thanks"
to this presence
ask

"what's your name"
she says
"I'm Destiny"

joy makes me laugh
i'm laughing
"of course you are"

i introduce my gal friend
and i
to Destiny

Destiny excuses herself
to seat other
patrons

As poets presence
ought to be
ours

to cobble
smear, bleed and
fashion deftly

not this child
like a fireworks sign
spelling happy

showering sparks
light into our hearts
that ignite there

30 years our junior
this lesson
laughs in us

and we laugh
at our own constant
machinations

for getting whole
now giggling silly
in this light

I have to know
so i can tell You
right

I wave here over
I say
I have to ask

"Are you naturally
this happy or
did you learn?"

"i had to learn it
i
grew up in the system

i was raised by
well
by foster grandparents"

I can hear the universe
rolling on the floor
laughing everywhere

don't make a plan
with your brother stan
he works for the man
it will put you in the can
man

and this land
this land
doesn't understand
doesn't under
stan

anything ran
that could
that can
the rest a melted box
of crayon

I took Sunshine
out of my pocket
and slapped it on the table

I'll have a rainstorm appetizer
With a tempest in of course
A teapot
on the side

For dinner
I'll have the chef's terrible
Surprise
With extra
family tragedy
please

A dessert of dissertion
leaving me
alone
penniless
and in the dark
will really
bring the darkness
home
to finish

Today's heartstone
unhappy meal
washed down
with your
cloying sympathy

Unconvinced
I should
Come back to this place
Wondering why I do


Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

I'm caught up
in the shout of you
I'm strung up
by the sound of you
let go
I think
as electrics howl
some dark note
i slam against
pulling hard
on the string
don't I don't
know if that's
a note or a scream