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

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

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

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

What is it about soft
That the Universe wants?

Mushy messy bags
"of mostly salt water"

carve firmament
into filigree

being the current
apogee

Beggar the daoist
advantage

A tattoo of nothingness
done with style

A somethingness
for a short while

I expect and become
lost

These imaginings hide
cost

The discrepancy seeds
frost

Once again my heart is
tossed

Just thinking this I ex-
haust

There's no one to hold me
this death of night
no arms 'gainst this cold
and i scream for my brother

it sounds like sobbing
it feels like scrabling  for air

resenting these words
another dissolving life
no one to hold it up
anymore

i am forlorn
thanks for wine
and nothing else

Healing, under red lights
a certain rhythm
what is a
coagulation and a
resurrection
with red wine
and bilingual
insultation
that resonates
so ba-aaad
and I'm losing
mine

Finding my way to sunshine
On a newly dark
Monday morning

I'll take this
brand new day
and mine it
for love
for smiles
for burdens
to lift

What awakens
behind your eyes
that isn't fear

cup hands around
blow gently
on this spark
of you
Here
Happy
Now

Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

where are my minions
i need to have some minions
if i had some minions
i would feel complete

you need some minions
you should have minions
lots and lots of minions
and you would feel complete

too

we all just need minions
more and more of these minions
these clever little minions
cuz with some Kevin we're complete

I was raging
I really was
I was caustic
aiming
to dissolve
all all
memory e
take out
the best
so's not
to feel
its absence

Small happiness
es
  i
could not grrrh
sieve

signals

or edges
to something
altogether

not Perceval
[sic] mfer
unyet

this smooth curve
and this fading
thought

guided on rails
are they throbbing
or singing

could it be both
of note
is the color

of the faces
as they watch
these races

and their endings
disguised
even submerged

races of the
meandering
breathtaking

as we follow
the filamental
structure

stuck with stars
even nebulas
tomorrow

I sit back
when did i
become this
when did i
become that
when did i
slouch into my soul
over you and you
and even you
and how could you
you knew
how i felt
you knew didn't you
what you were doing to me
this relentless discontinuance
of love

There was a mix-up
In the galaxy tonight

*** coming my way
Didn't arrive

I went through a
Series of emotions

Arriving at
Pathetic

As usual
****

How do I get here?
I get out the endoscope

Nuanced
*** really
nuanced? Sorry

And look way up
way up what?
what do I have
To look way up?

This notion of butthurt haunts me
Keeps me from my familiar choices

And that is an approximation
Of this spin cycle of *******

I am number six



Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

I miss you

These endings
that once
were beginnings

time having
run through us
and out

My sisters
my brother
and you

Now
is a time
with missing pieces

of itself
known by
bright wet outlines

Oh, look at me
what I've got
hah

Every living thing
singing
lah

Its a time I know
this syrupy drift
of late hours wine
skinny girls
with me inside

rise and resist
rising and its color
and finally you know
you can be seen
seeking this
wish it 'd happen

I am such a defenseless creature
in time's coarse turning
with moments that are boulders
falling along side my airy coral

I am rubble rolling
along pulls and tangles
not knowing different
I celebrate this easing

This moment invites
A slow appreciation
As do all
many in hindsight
see that
Choose to know it
Here



Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

When you are no longer afraid
and I am such a thief

of moments missing
targets moved

the superposition
of the love and hate

I have for you
this membership

in the set
the superset

of now on line
ignoring time

that ***** of days
of erosion and rust

and lust god
that rhyme named me

mishandedly i grasp
meaning

try to drink it
with chips

and salsa

Then when
my head
begins to sag
I know
my neck
pinches
and I'm
back
for
a few lines

Play your feints
your taints

Play your can'ts
your not you's

Slap out at
this loudness

Oh the splash
of tomorrow

And I'm after
smelling your sour self

i get to
god i get to

and that alone
makes me happy

the crescendo of here
no denouement
your engrams
stumble back
Slapped
with daylight
Take hold
of each other
Give each other
the look
And at once
hit that note
And the day long
I hope
song I am
Plays on

cabbage rolls off the tongue
like a dump truck
drusil animus
said together is a sound
wanting
to have its very own meaning
this early morning
negatory always feels
uncertain about itself
like it wants to be less
like pots and pans
howsitgoing comes along
wearing tennis shoes
but has no ***** at all

Most plans
yours
for example
fail

Don't even
mention
mine

Somewhere between the mountains and the rivers of today I fell out
Landed on my keister
As usual

Face up
Searching for Heavenly Creatures

That's just what happened

I want to get back to my surprise at having
mountains and rivers
in my day.

This is a new landscape
In my mind

Evoking peace

Thank you now I will have them tomorrow too



Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

I sure wish
you'd uv
come over
today

but I think
I told you
not to
bother

Have I explained
how smart I am



Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

Tears bring me here
where you don't care
aren't even here really

Fester, I fester here
in this white petrie
as you sniff nothing

And I'm angry at  you
say your perspicacity
must be poor and failing

not the artlessness of this
effort at resurrection whilst
lonliness' crooked smile reigns

Picture your Center
At your physical center
Really

Move it around
in a size of circle
as feels good

Add- you know
what to add
to your dance

It's this
Now decision
You face

To serve yourself
a moving center
circle

yeah

this is
the taste
of salt

on the nape
of your
now

Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

The thumbprint of today
smeared on the glass
half above the line of blue
half below
and i'm asking
to derange things
that feign neatness

to disrupt is still

stillness

in a maelstrom
shuddered against

your left side
reading with an eye
of must-be-seen-as
renders us
here
next

I resist
forlorn
and sinking

There's nothing
here
to read
to see
to notice
pay no attention
to that country
convulsing in
shame

One window is open
as old September
almost coldly almost coolly
pours in around
my too hot feet

gets a few days
while over worked August's
90-degree-yesterday-glare fades
perhaps he'll rest
as old September's apples
fall in October's new colors

it's all wrung out now
this life
this day

M teed
of what flowed
hard
in these veins
dry pumping

of a past life
grinding
away
at your
wishes

may as
well
do the dishes
makes as much
headway

and you
read in
on to this frame
a need to connect
to the mystery
you feel

be-neeth
be-low
be-still
be

against this hot blade
against the dissolving time
sleep against a sharp knife

this blade of time
it makes us numb
scores on our
forgetfulness
and that
is ok

this vein
winding
quietly
finds me
nurtures me with the feel
of alright

Much fruit
from the
Poet tree
Today
Yumm



Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

Music comes back
In solitude

"a guide for those
new
to living alone"

Ears go from cancelling out
To craving

It's the quiet
**** it

At first
Then u remember

Listening
And Listen in

See yourself
Rapt

Double cover
In your hands

Broken cellophane
On the floor

Record playing
Diamond needle

Mainlining someone else's
Experience

Then
When I'd had none

Alone
I was with music

And writing
Now

Find yourself
Rapt

Cell phone
in your hands

Open Sonos box
On the floor

It's not
As loud

Or
So big

And
I sing

More boldly
Along


Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

I have left detritus
for future generations
there's this background
that isn't human
human once removed
which isn't enuf

reconnecting to
the universe
waiting for the commercial
to end

There it is
I'll be back




Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

I hate that there's all this good poetry you can read
and not this crap