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

not overly concerned
with beauty
i think and realize
it's topological
these lines
describing
curves and ridges
as if my heart
on skis
determines arcs
and the snow clad land
undulates to fit

somehow downhill
i am rising

it is these physics
of compression
and expansion
under your gaze

that unbinds me
why does my heart
have a ripcord

why is it
so easily pulled
even spectators

a drift is prepared
shift now
sinking and reaching

clutching and grasping
thumping now
i try to hold myself still

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

What hot thing
derailing
blood pressure

I realize
that i've been
harvested

and somehow
repackaged
for easier

opening
and access
to innards

when my hand
cramps up tight
from typing

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

On an edge
bliss or dissipation
a holding pattern
call it judgement
fall in a direction
hope for rightness
not righteousness
that sugar
a favourite of
demonstrative
accumulators
are you one
no not here
u aren't

*****
you *******
you females
you confusions
you want
you scream in my head
and smile
as if


gloat
smile in your power
while i
channel surf
distract pretend contend
anything for that smile
that scent
that spent self

like a shot gun shell
like a hot bun shell

I am scrambling in time
you *******

while you twist down
on now's taste

you are the clamps
of time keep me here

singing and not knowing
why and your eye

you don't even understand
your power

nor do i
salty piece *******

onto the surface
of a sun

There is sharpness against my skin
of my soul skipping
Hard against
Now falling out of night
Landing ok I've seen now
While it flies burning

I am cretaceous
in the best way
in the morning

In the afternoon
I remember
Saginaw

I know
what you saw
not my pa

Sunrise in our eyes
reflected off
***** and hope

When do you notice
your hands

under a lens
typing for you

golden or some
color i can't name

fretting or
doing my bidding

Do you have these too?
Infested. I think. ******.

Panged into
something

Pangs haunt
my ***

tomorrow
has its own

pang place
where they lie
in wait

governed by
pangs of
dread

naught ever
pangs
on time

pang pang
you shot me down
pang pang
**** me now

poet with
a head
of steam

panging away
like your heart's
a target

and i found what hurts
you shot me down
what are you
panging
on about?

how has this word
hidden so long
when it its
my state

of pang

pang of the day
panged over you

pang me up against the wall
already
I'm steady on
haltingly
typing while you do
your worst



Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

Wrestle more quietly your knowing
of murmurs and tumeric and ash
let these neighborhood sounds ring
down streets and lanes of parked cars
Watch coolness and shadows sweep thru
are they seeking you or inimitable eversalt
how the tongue of life wants for it
Carved into sunrise this night flops over
gorged on love and delight and steak
All that mystery scaffolding of supposed
unwritten from the sky and earth held
truths gone with morning mist & night need
that this may ease the scouring of yourself

Piece and peace
Push

Part
am I

Push
for doesn't matter

Push
for a piece

Doesn't matter
Part of

on the side
turning

toward
seeing you

parting

paring down
pieces


Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

we are in the cell
amorphous perhaps
a darkened patch
near others
touching some

do we swim
no, we aggregate
and flagellate
everything
close by

near enough
is all
touching
as long as I am
touching you

is all
that matters
and then
i am not
and am lost

Let me tell you about the parts of you I hate
Oh wait
I think
I love those

up in my  face
smashing
Like Godzilla
civilizations
Deserved it



Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

I can be this body in this chair
I can I can
I can feel this weight of myself
I am I yam
Lighten into whimsical lyric
"Green eggs and ham"

I lean and drift and sway
reaching for play
so clenched away

All else is harm and noodles
maybe rice no roni
with too much salt

remembering singing
i can't get up there
song

Sung in this chair
finding thru weeds now
wet old things that sing

I spelled this moment out
of something
it didn't like
and it was grateful
if confused as to which
whatever next

And it stood up fast
impetuous wrinkle
time a clenching
scenes bunching up
it a little aghast
whatever next fast
it thought

Poetry is
paying
this price

irony
of ache

constant
and held close

nursed
on

flowing
thru fingertips
to you

pount keys
you can't hear
ache

splendidly
and save me



Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

I was arresting myself
like a heart sometimes does
when the beat dropped
and I thought thump thump
thumpthing seems wrong now
or thumpthing themes right now

The spoils of war
lie before us today