Reach for you
with this compression
pulling on
this look away
that isn't look away
against a hold back
that is a come on
of curved space time
on a thigh slipping

This current
this hellacious
flow
slow it down
build it up
let it go
pull it down
onto you
crush you
very much
and spin

The lipped and smeared glass beckoned
brazenly
sauces fingered over red
what do they say
flavors blending conspicuously
rich

i say
rich
and I sip away at this submarine
blue and cool coral in the distance
under sun light blading-in warmth
like carved happiness suddenly
uncovered will you look
at that

i drain it down
hold while i open another thanks
and i recognize the homage
in reluctance recalcitrance even
words of ground glass
grin out

on this plain
these steppes swept
out
lightly switched off life
drifts on here

I deleted these great lines
they were the best ever
you would have agreed

Dude, I'm propaganda
my mother made me up
and I made this up

first, I made you up
that was the easy part
searching reader

and now you think
might even insist
you actually exist

independent of
the verse
mutually serial

abnegation smashup
abort move on
this isn't on

I went to say
I've drunk myself
calm and creative
when the side of my head
caved in
I drank a glass of water
to re-inflate it
does it seem

Scribblers, whether fitting to form
and rhythm
or stalking the formless,
stacking the pretty to be seen
or shredding to see all
clamber to some space
to feel safe to flower
or attempt
or reject
or all

and if
from this effort
another takes offense

that one should pay
the poet's rent
for showing you the extent
of your ego's bent

for holding harm
from another's pen
thoughts that swarm
only in your ken

Just a second
I tried to get
away
there
no one knows
when we leave
our now
as if

could I
not talk
to your
puppet
mine is
out of sorts
so it's me
spinning
the dials

I want a
haberdashery
to appear
to keep mine
well dressed
while i try
to change
everything
routinely

and that
easily
I am
away
writing
would be
clever shims
to keep
the spacing

I have
a video
of a filmstrip
of some
pictures
taken
out of focus
and it's clear
right

I'm not
armed
or adequately
checked
for being
a nuisance
and so remain
hopeful
of getting
back to you
now

The legend goes
the old poet
blind and frail
recites a verse
and something
coalesces wet
on my face
a knowing
flowing down
to a curse

I am restless
in this memory
unfolding now
or is it
enfolding now

Seeking restful
ground to lay upon
to arise from high
in air and light arriving
in sounds of birds
come awake

Cajoling feathers
into order
i am reordered
aligned on spines
like grass in wind

i imagine rasping
of a billion blades
green edges catch
and release
this little sound

I wish I was only
a reflection of you
but that
cannot be true
as I am
a confection of you
sweet i found
my way out
without insulting
you although a
confusion of you
without a particle-y
contusion of you
remains as a simple
infusation of you
slowed at cessation
the old soft shoe

I always learn something
when I hang out
with the elderly
*******
the elderly

I am squishing
'neath 'neath
thinking
squishing i say
as if
*** if
I am imaginary
and my imaginary me
is squishing 'neath
all the things in
my head

squishing against
thoughts
those ****** things
again

now they are
smaller

i guffaw


Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

I hear a guitar
and have a feeling
more than

this tone entwines
me
in chills

an envelope
sultry
beckons

i sing with a feeling
am sung
out

watercolor dabbed
spreading past wait
beautiful

running color
insisting on
filling texture

Oh How I want to be studied
like some past lyrical strut
like some cabalistic nut
a florid but productive ****
parsed up the ****
scenting no farce
sorry its my sparse
sense of poetry
at play

The joy
Of feeling the love
And acceptance
Of a beautiful woman

Roots me
Riots me
Ruins me
Rights me
Rocks me

And my body sings
me to sleep

I'm full of inkles
and spitz
and the neighborhood
zinkles
are having ruzberry
fitz

They teng
and they weng
on the bridge
of oh-seng
and just past the cardon
we all go ba
zeng

it bangs
and it clangs
when your zing
rangs a zang
an' oh uh lo
blankling
and crankling
we go

Val
ieh
day
shun

thrum
thing
****
thing

my ****

maestro

know
my music
so I can
hear me

Now let's write
the way forward
for everyone

Degree of dominance
Is yours higher than mine
Yawn

Sun times I understand
the bounce the break
thru

The lapel of passing
folded over
has

Matched your eyes
you'd know if you'd oh
pen

The morning's sleeve
this green that blue
sneeze

Entangled seeds
wave away not purple
glint

Forever sinters now
into self
meant

the oscillation of anger and you
frequents my day my night
my fuel injected gut muscles
my rocking back and forth rhythm
and limbs that squirm and writhe
-pause to drink-
hit and wrestle this day down
and it is up again flinging desire
and **** you where are you
all over the moon and the sun
and this desert of and this desert of
-pause to drink-
enough of my brain leaps out at a thigh
nails on a red table cloth snag moments cause chills
powers flow through my thoughts and laugh
the laugh of old certainty on new foolishness
i am renewed in my stupidity of aim vs landing
vibrating rattles clanking down some mountain cliff
-pause to drink-
keeping keeping keeping
arms in hands close parallel to myself
not, in this case, me not in this case anyone
is grinning and gripping and grinding steps
and you are out there circling something            
with something lit and sizzling ahead no matter ahead
-pause to drink-
i am behind the sound has moved on banging

Step 1:Grow toes
Step 2:Acquire Weapon
Step 3:Shoot toes off
Step 4:Repeat when unnecessary

The violence of tines
clatters inhumanely
gnawed edges
present themselves
to be ended quick
I'm a rip
in nice fabric
a belch
in polite company
eating through
there is no
shared reality
outside thought
scrapes imagined
collapsing into
now

A distance
separates us
measured
in discomfort
even distrust
or does this
sound a heart
without need
of explanation

I've slept now
and drank
I've wrung my hands
and fretted
I've cooked
and eaten
I've pasted
and copied

Gotten back up
as far as really
down

ikr

and then snow
covered it all
Monday

again

to sleep now
this 'demic an' a
blizzard an' a

panic an' a
another
thing to light

Only ever
a temporary synchronization

'tween fleshy machines
green beings

knocking against
some

never known
limit

with our
self hardening hearts

support system commencing
to sell tickets

make itself
small sandwiches

little i-know glances
held back smiles

whoosh

we mesh now
"could it be I'm..." - is playing

hard by comes
Orbison's "pretty woman"

"Leaving" -of course always follows
"on that midnight train"

Love the molecular
puppetry

Love the cascade
of you

Stoning me
Exuberant

"Someone told me
there's a calm before the storm,

I know, it's been coming
for some time."

I think belonging
shifts

and we
are reformulated

targeting
some other limit

dragging our souls
on a hopeful leash

Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

This is a magnet
pulling keys
from my keyboard
into order
as if it were  grooves
filled in with twang
of nerves finding
dousing for
clenching upon

The sound outside of me
appears significant to you
Accented speaking voice asks
"Can I ask what is red?"
Hungry for color it pierces
about to happen
solidifying into only

i can hold on the precipice
of a memory
a wretch passing the distillery
quails at its power
toasts fearfully gated subterfuge
a land of exceptionally good bad
doubles itself under fingers

this time is needed to rectify
our imaginary knowing's
claim it's right to beat as mine
there's nothing beating as  me
save saving this with perception
there is an old song
only you know

I'd like a basket
I am thru the brake
I'd like a basket
It looks exactly like you
I am woven accrost

simple ru les simple ounds
an' lookin' like you could
kiss me

to find wha tinside
singing your h ands
around my kybd

capitalization lifts
its top
oof is much said

long for another doncha
when they say thas all

I'm sure this is the last apple
or maybe it is the first
I bit and wow it just burst

A commitment of skin
and bone
A tethering of time
not alone
Knots of Distance
the past and fearsome next
opening their endless arms
scrawling their fading text
on every instance
during every song an' dance
We'll take our elegant chance

In some disconnected state
air gapped by miles
from the source

I rekindle independence
self reliance
stuff done alone

as its that time again
losing an almost home
I am out standing

I advocate for
the next line
it's articulate
yet sublime

This is a drainage
I'm pulling
from the world
consequence
onto

pronto against
lineages

sparks fly
as always

sparks flying
section

they do
and they don't
we will
and we won't
hon't

acrimonious
of all of it
every step
a poisoning

I'm self righteously
dead again
and offended
as always

I almost said
something
that would
make you red

A wave had a wave and made history
being exactly as tall as you
rushing as the moment's crest
awash with eddies and currents
frequent opinions stirring them-
Selves are riffs for reaching
or broadening so we remain
a separate peak on the hidden sea

I'm writing sideways
So I can use these lines
As a windscreen
From the blowback
From ratting
The universe out

I think we're a hernia
Erupted from some other place
A bent band
erupting in matter
of fact
I'm right

So there

Unsupposed
to be
we are

Do we live
on the friction's...
Are we...

Aye there's the rub




Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

I finally have you
out of my head enough
to see you as a person

That envelope
you come in
is so loud

In my body
and the internal noise
in response

Is pots and pans
clanging an' banging
away all thought

and my conscious mind
knows the beast
it rides

What if I don't perceive
this connection
thinking of you
as audience
to a page
of words
shapely
or not
maybe
impressively
so you read them
seek rhythms in them
even and then opine inwardly
as to their conformity to the edge
turnt the way edges turn for you
subtly or all at once
the going off
of things
poetic

is there a lower form of life
i can live
i wonder
of course
i have first-world angst
crying in my warm bed

over women so beautiful
as to not
notice any
anyone
safely and never be alone
an' needn't be alone with me
love claimed notwithstanding

is there a lower form of life
i can live
i wonder
of course
i have first-world angst
crying in my warm bed

over women so beautiful
as to not
notice any
anyone
safely and never be alone
an' needn't be alone with me

I'm writing against
an *******
seriously

Puck her
belief
it's a wipe

What do you think
of the censor
as a whole

I think it stinks
a nasty
crack

oughta be
wiped out
clean

of all opinions
as they are
toxic

Striated things
run counter
as the effort
crashes into
rivulets and dashes
not sintences and *****

Suspecting this result
I've already accounted
and even set aside
i never know what
until later
this follows exactly

though, we may all
be barking here
and the tree there
trying not to be
proverbial again

again things cause
more againing again
and so on and "so it goes"
upland is "straining against"
allthatsilliness that is the trick
that takes us

skull contents
lumpy
wrinkly
wet
guessing machine
imagining machine
constructing
and de-
constructing
nevermind

this wet reading
thinking itself
aloof, a critic even

ideas sloshing
around in
my made up
place
all drunk
on being

thought further
stars i move
so you can spill
out just the way
you shout

I have a different vision
of life
now

That's what's perfect
about
now

i don't have
to win
now

this is
foreign
land

drink
this
elixir

that kills
yesterday
and tomorrow

imaginary
things
beyond now

outside of
real
distract

to where
i no longer
live

These gusts seem to move the house
for which i am suddenly grateful
and guilty
even wondering 'bout the wildlife in this
gale of snow


even buried a line
back there
in that gap
between the stanzas
got it

sheepish
in the cold
i make soup
of
my life

or maybe
the
soup of my life
it is
that good

the warm
tasty
on my toasted
buttered rye
upside
of avoidance


Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

I'd like to nighten the day
add that cool air coursing
across your skin announcing
once and for all open season
on getting my attention darkly

lick across your lips I dare you
shift your eyes side to side again
do it and absent yourself lean away
form this arrowing in it thinks sharp
at its whatever amongst whatevers

and i listen guiltily am  I responsible
did I did I did I cause all of this chaos
or or or  am i am i weather happening
to sentient seconds rushing pedantically
to a crest a crescent a crusty tableau grinning
at nowhere that is wanting to be somewhere

stroking the drunken ink
for  imaginary what is that
i must have and am getting
knuckles dragging on mink
finger tips chasing wrink-
les that vanish and appear
like tomorrow and now

I have seen the sun
many of them

upstream they see
our shadow

and it burns
and dances

wanting to know
between

wanting to be
between

where threads
entanglement

is seasoning
on sunlight

it sizzles
in our eyes

this
meeting that

a calamity
of dissonance

where is the harmony
in a bellyache

hopping away
wrapped in a blue blanket

smiling over its shoulder
at you

For whom do I writhe
pealing look away
your gaze freezes me
to disintegration
lightly and in denial
is the state of our ends
and then

who am I looking to see
that is watching me caustically

fade to fading away again
leaving the stage sullenly
again

not seen, again, by them
or anyone

no waves return
to this
shore

I am awash in nothing
bundling silence
with directions around

now
of course
smiling at my skittering
denial of its ownership