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

we are all
the giant wave
in our own
universe

so what

there are
a lot
of universes
and galaxies
galore

and you
basking
in your own
reverberation
feeling every bit
of that power
peaking in you
are equally
matched
easily

that's how this works
wave and shore
grit and adore
this crashing war
what sticks and
what fits
can i has
some more

on this border
sweet unraveling
of everything
and more
than i am yet
threading myself
into chaos
seams of me
maignt out

and tailings
everything
is tailings

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



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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

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

Oh, look at me
what I've got
hah

Every living thing
singing
lah

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

the sign said
buy a domain

so i said
i'll take salty

and the burst
of sea spray

with the cry
of sea gulls

was earthy
as i drowned

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

le



Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

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