Rex you're right
we imagine
and believe
like fools

My sound is less
I acerbate squarely
on the keystroke
a weakened ka-lick
of delivery

I don't know where to go
After that line

It kind of changes
Everything you think

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My skin is a Mobius strip with me on both sides and sometimes you
My sloshing slop of organs is an unmixed smoothie in a sack of me
My skeleton is a tired fool saddled with my crap developing a put upon look to hold for eternity
My brain is a gleeful cackling easily frightened maniacal mouse stuck in the stirrups of time
This is my time

My nature is buoyant
this is rising higher
while breathing deeper
being that I am
imagining nothing
happily floating
up words
through letters
cresting now

What is this space
Is this one side
and this the other
I can't tell
What is "up" here
tho "down" is
this direction

Were we born
on a mountain
of time

Projected on
falling melt
and today
runoff
from a slight
warming

I cascade better
with cocoa
coffee
and sweet
cream
to down here
this desk
with its
Sun slivers
strewn
on fallen
papers

Obliteration hour
hunting down consciousness
an' its hoard of arrghh
with a draught and a glass
cereal crumbled in a bowl
and lit
exhaling thoughts clambered upon
by worry and if
no room left
for that much concern
is my objective

She said she liked my poem

I thought
Send me a **** picture that gives me a hard-on and I'll write you one

She said it was beautiful
Will you meet me later for hot fun
you amazing *****

She smiled shyly
and requested an autograph
I came for this

There is a roughness
I abhor
that is in me
as if my muse
could kick
your muse's ***
I divert
from darkness
poetic eh

held here
I invoke
all my distractions
exhale
check my phone
put my glass
down
pick it back up

and then I
get a text
reprise i say
I'm certain I know
what that means
and works here
shut my mouth

and she flirts
this is in situ
during the excavation
by a dog digging
and she listens
to my tune
could I be
found

Nah Zactly
that
No

You'd be close
if you
broke

Again while
breathing
time

And retching
lookatme's
smile

Si me
and tell me
love

this is my goal
head drooping
nearly unconscious
barely able
to get up
and collapse
into bed
darkness

I have fried chicken coming
and then these things
and then these things
say it with me
these things
hap
hap
n
reductionist has
too many letters
sublime has that
onerous bluh
i know you agree
disagreeable know
a catechism undone
and saints abandon
are won against nods
of I project knowing
sowing not **-ing
syllables of see-me
give me a break

I spill all over this in darkness
perp
petual
dark
****
ness

I feel all over this in darknesss
per fuken
ceptual
blangst
dangst
rankst

excessive spangkst
that i drangst

an opening
to celebrate

bottled lines

empirical fines

and the suddden urge to apologize
for this lark
in lines

This tunnel
narrows as I go
Stones slip
underfoot
Air thickens
with mountain
constrictions
A hand my hand
is unheard
by crevasse

This tumbling
into
This settling
onto flanks
of volcanoes
who would burst
who would yelp
sulfurous steam
at our act's out

This is to be
some **** thing
and I rescue steam
and vitriol exploding out
from an evening
of sublime gone wrong
what happens
you expediency
of watching

I am rocking
this tissue
and
not belonging

Get my attention
wave a frond
feathery edges
undulating
I'm yours

Are these egotistical?
My pride
Flopping about?

Or is
My fear

Flipping
Out

Yelping
Lines

Naught else
Squeals

Like a poet
Stuck


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I don't want to own you
I want to be deep
inside you
now
now
now

I've listened to so many stories
of men
arriving just in time

Told some
to renew
something
that is never clear
and always needy

I need you to need me
not be able to do without
me

Me
Not something that could be thrown away easily

What happens
When I am discarded
Is my last human moment
when I know my true role

A hand in a fire brigade
passing wetness
forward
to be poured
on newborns
who will laugh
the laugh
of I am
now

In the most
Spectacular
way

Another skint knee
as I clamber
these rocky flows

seconds separate
this assertion
and your apprehension

just not clear
in what
direction

care
doesn't flow
where I want

where I imagine
as I imagined
I earned it

does it for you
flow easily
home

I just let
the words
emerge
that follow
this contextual
curve

til comes a
swerve

Destructs and restructs chop cross my eyes
trailing highs and thighs and sighs and wrys
I'm calmed on this channel's brit subterfuge
Just not the news the election news blues
How did not all of these clowns lose lose lose
All the layers churn and spike argue of right
And I think of light and my knees clamber
Smooth floors and roomless doors stretch out
O I think in bad TV and live in bad science
Reading news I shouldn't 'n' think about else

You are never
just a poem away
from anything
even tho you think
this one will
do the trick

You know when hate
enters your heart
its left hand your right
shake it all about
take a direction
you know the one
now take a deep breath
let her go let him go
let it go let all go
I am understood
to be confusing
it's the naiveté
that is so hard
to achieve
when I want to be

It is just this space I need
place

place meant for me

place

sewn from nows
in taxi cabs
searching cross town
for chemistry

place

i've been placed
a piece
annotated
pretent

off the board
suspicious
of your likeness
being you

The wetness of a sentence
soaking in
news about you

where do I keep
all these invisible
structures

falling through
edges distant
and several

things you can take
rubbing my eye
closed as can be

this is time
bleeding out
i've a certificate
of please continue
i resist all of your
entreaties to abjure
some or any
tomorrow
row row row
some any boat
and if i could be
dry any dry and
warm and dry
any warm any dry
i would be high so
high just to be
not so thirsty

This shattering light
showering through
the tips of our fingers
spraying out of diodes
off the backs of skulls
onto the backs of hands
with enough pressure

All the games are done
for the night
and I will lay my head
down to rest

Want this
and
fidgiting

Phantom
skin
and delight

Clear wins
of
distraction

I have
a
list of things

undone
by

The rustle of a small animal
in the woods
is furtive
leaves being pushed aside
the buzz of a fat beetle
bouncing against my screen
You are a night moth
white silently fluttering wings
never landing

Reaching
makes me squirm
I am agitated

I've watched
risking it all's
truth crush me

I am reaching
for

Admitting
want of

Still bawling
over you

Why can't you feel the edge you're on
what blinds you to the knives of time
while they carve from now tomorrow

Oh how I gleefully feed myself to them
this is not sacrifice nor submission
I'm just the material supplier to mine

I am Light slowing down speeding up
playing with itself tossed in airy time
playing at becoming night sweet night

Always sculpting myself with you and it
shouldn't be the source of my anxiety
as contrast makes the Light show

So beautifully

Relax into the universe
You are here for a reason

Relax into the universe
You are it sneezing

Relax into the universe
You are a peyote button away

Relax into the universe
You are amscray

Relax into the universe
As if the blank verse

Prolapse into the underverse
you are amscray

I feel such concern for you
egg sticky thing that you are
hating myself and unable to
help it will you trust me to
say you cannot know
how much

None of this
The lying part of me
Has decided
Is for you

I just need a place
To put this
That is outside
Of me

How a perfect thing
behaves so badly
Confounds all
My cleverness

My gasps past
became distant
and my need
Overcomes

It needs to all
come crashing
down
Doesn't It

Nobody hears
anything
  I love you
ever

Stealing second place
in my own heart
First is unoccupied
as of this writing

What have I earned
with this life so far
As if as if I could
earn another turn

Who to be who to be
today lies fallow
a willing partner
to whatever mischief

I and this scrambling fool
careening around my noggin
sipping too sweet coffee
dreading and scheming

Are concocting that will not
result with me here
writing earnestly
onto bottomlessness night

Murky almost
poetry
spurks from
my mind
I am inclined
to not mind
as I accrete
skid marks
in sticky time

I have let these things go
You for example
The center
Gone awry

And all
the carefully orbited
mirrors
reflecting you

their lines of sight
edges of something
we made solid
now bursting

glittering away
bright flashing bits
there gone there gone
gone effortlessly

these questions
we ask ourselves
about why oh why

No one holds me in time
now

Turns out they never did

The speed of the stream is now terrifying
Banks sweep by of faces and galaxy's
of faces loom like gray chalk on darkness

Was a bubble we rode eyes inward
into

tomfoolery blind and hormone puppets
it was often delicious

I need help tonight
it isn't right
this alone

I have questions
about poetry
and whether
it causes
loneliness
or not

No one will ever study these lines
As I studied the Great's in school

Chaucer competed I think
With nine other folks who could light a line
And a couple thou who could read one

All the people alive in Chaucer's time
Are less than the number
Of poets writing today

Those fat roots
We trillion leaves
Fall unread

So write
your light
right for you

I don't actually
exist
fluttering

Colorfully
to the ground

in fall sunshine
onto green grass

becoming suspended
on their blades




Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

I know you're a bunch of fukin poets
I know you're broken fukin hearted
I know you're questin fukin evrythn
I know you're  'bout fukin sure of something
if we'd just listen

what fukin what then eh
we listened we read we cried
ah my life has changed thank you

maybe we even became crude
a suspicious word i say
an opinion and all those are
useless except the playful ones

Today I am rearranging
all the furniture
in my head space
again

I tried to drive across town
during rush hour
driving into a blinding
sunrise
while having no opinions

Epic hilarious success

Without all my opinions
Regarding your driving skills
Your apparent intelligence
Your visual acuity
Or whether or not you are actually
even awake

Without all of my opinions
It turned out
I was just out for a drive
On a beautiful sunny morning

So this giant machine
I found dominating my headspace
Pumping out negative critical opinions
continuously about everything
Completely uselessly
And depressing

is being thrown the **** out

Nothing eats time
like finding
the next line

Give it up
you can't keep up

Rubbery words
aren't getting it done
these stretching's
breaking sense
pulling rents
over holes in hours
of this-again again
and that ****-that again

not even words
detailing
not even feelings
not even ever now
the exact when
of not again
not now

sloughs of meaning
leavings of lies
marched on or off
the stage to cries
of hold on what does
no it doesn't again
over and over again

carcasses of clever
thinking thunk over
by paws scraping
lines in wood floors
of nevermore
artfully again

It was
*** u
raw tonight

A street quarrel
the ex

I back away
shaking

the melt
to plaint

Can't see hooks come out
Barbed like that *****
Try bite into u

No
I rattle my ******* brain


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