I have broken through the day
to the next
keyed up here

self starting statements that
say themselves out
satisfied

at how little
was broken
through

braking into
breaking  into
shapes unexpected

breaking into
you small and
you large

broke me
and
left me

sounds
sounds
in my head

This is burning
and I choose
to be gasoline

You looked down at me
Said a sneer

Each cell of mine
reddens

A billion bits
of bull-dreniline
released

Ready ready ready
Part of me
Ready to destroy
the threat
and make things safe

Or unsafe
for them

I am crying so hard
at this commercial
one would wonder
if it made sense
if there wasn't
something
going
on

Invent God
chirp to themselves
congratulations
and salutations

thisposition
\
angel of decline
/
angle of recline\
slanting
a
way

to fall a way
and you
and me

are falling
down time
that laughs

you

at the herculaneum factory
it is lunchtime
fish sandwiches
crispy to the tooth

inspectors examine
don't they
in earnest with focus
these things are serious

lights are pushing close
seeking tiny bones
nearly clear pulled free
glistening in the light

we sink our teeth in
wondering why these counters
are so white and so smooth
until our fingers answer

that it is for them
and so few care for color
oh but this contour
is all ours

we let them smile
under their nails
leaving the announcement
frustrated but ok

It's an opening
breathless
I try to inhale
This is not enough

Lungs can't fill
I need my inhaler
to **** this in
a *******

Margarita
Golden Toasted Molecules
'n two puffs

Or double that
What it takes
In gritted teeth
To tell you

Where I should be
Lying lying lying
Oh this ******* thing
breathing

I can breathe well now
I can live well now
It's just breathing
To do

The rest is some *******
Rhyming in your head
Until you can't
******* breathe

I cannot believe
What ******* idiots we are
****** are us
Flushing in time

Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

How do my arms and hands know
to type no further?

Crack. Thru. This. No further.

Almost like cramps. The resistance.
Muscle's reluctance decorates
these lines

Working my hands til fingers push on. Stretching
between lines.

This is not [clenching] bad

Look at your hands.  Stretch them.
Clench a fist.

I'm smitten. I am hardened. I am flicked.

A fingers width to meaning.  This is mine.

A note we all like.  Playing.

I'll get another drink
Is the answer

The question you ask
penetrating

And you are happy
smug even

At the quiet knife
you aren't throwing

it holds assailment
thinly

I am carved again
can't hear

You talk softly
of happy

Oh anger I know you
reasonless

and so I drink
deeply

Tonight
Another call
Rushing to a home
2 what a.m.

A stupid death

What am I bothering to say here?
Why am I here writing?
What do I make to help?
Who am I trying to help?

Me
The internal Discord
Is mine

The swallowing
The remaining close
To crying

Me me me

this is uncertain
and feathered
or is it's pulse
feathery

certain to stop
why not now
just shy of then
certainly

we'll stop reading
and the waveform
collapses and
dissipation

to lower wavelengths
cousins and
lovers radiate
dissolution

all of us and
our memories
seeking lower
manifestation

shells of former
selves dissipate
to new varieties
of vapor

shelled and roughly
discarded charges
accumulate only
in memory

tangents alight
grips on tonight
fancy takes flight
you dim the light

Oh, Okay
and we king
of the hillers
build a busy world
and fight over it
please, ladies
don't say
Oh, Okay

Answer my own question
swallow my own lie
lay here and die

Get up to pie
and toast
and coffee

Heave a great sigh
settle around
death's discomfort

Riddle me why
we husband these lies
paint 'em so high

they are nigh
to the wind
on scuppers of rye

all out
we cry
lay here don't cry

Babe
Baby
Bunny
Boo
I"ll be
Please
Can I
be
Puh puh
lease
biaaa
beautiful

To sand I speak
and it bears
my intensity
Time circles about
and I fester
become fevered
about now
it insistence
on rolling
over all
heatedly listening
to nothing
or never
waiting on runouts
inexhaustible leaving
without waiting
for you

Snekerdy caulabol again
acrot beferly eferly boe
have lemerin lilson erole
You zan you zam enaugh
therems gol an zool etay

A point of load
looking around
or is that after

weigh down now
a viewpoint clanchs
and I see you orzit

really really ewe
a well deserved
encampment

of self-declared
versions of you
vying for now

again where current
is pulled hard
from some tumbler

carrying carrying
carrion reimagined
as crow

this is an all-skate
the ***** kicks up
owning life

censored

Crawling around the outside of my life
To get it sorted
What the hell is this
And what's that for
Are murdered over and over
No effin' idea
'bout that appendage of need
******* noisily just there

Perhaps that's our purpose
Life is to **** the marrow
From the universe

Why am I so gross
And why does that feel like closeness
To the ****** polyglot of 'verses
Aching to bleed anywhere
In any appreciating mind
Lyrical sandwiches
are made of chapped lips
sutured to the *** of excitement
Do you not here the stars giggle

At us on sun's hoop careening round
well everything

begging the sunshine for rain

Applecross rosebuds
whatever they are
  rein in my morning

100 great poems
play in the background
"no one to drive the car"

back from the
hospital
missions on scraps

of paper
clothes to be cleaned
and please bring

more time
a warm response
to my nervous text

a lump of sun
in fog
like breakfast

  a day propped up
on white elbows
  steams awake

Carry me up
  with you
Carry me up

I'm watching
an idyllic
scene

The ego stroking
job of the imagination

The ego scaring
job of the imagination

This lovely balance

Illusory

Tricksters abound
'twixt your ears

Mastering your
awareness's

Like channels or now
streams

directed at  you
full time

crafted to please
every fiber

i've subscribed
to electrons

one at a time
down a sliver

I am charging
up

and will
assuredly

what
***

a dendritic
brew

of imagined
fastening

snags of now
to then

I don't have
these costs

I assure time
who's deaf

and fulsome
and smells

of grandfather's
spring

time retracts
leaving

you here
wondering

I am undetectable
this is a castigation
of a perspective
I slip away from
we aren't seen here
at this synapse
as much as structural
the nuance is not
our nuance it is
how the weight
of our notes
shifting suddenly
derails every vein
and you and I
pump out
endlessly
maybe even
rhythmically as
far as we know

The universe
   i think
wants us to learn
to sing
because
we are its songs
an'

we all want our songs
to sing and
be sung
always

The universe
clutches us
to its heart
this way

what are we up to here
your syllables and mine
ignoring one another
as if they came from
different times

are there different times
are there different minds
or one smeared by stars
into nooks and crannies
like my skull
are you my sign

regroup on the made up
certainties we've been
pig headedly handed
by our other hand
and still
i like your smile

Are you creeping up
on unclenching now
I want to ask
the world

and then it
clenches hard
hand shreds hand
all of us see it shocked

is this the curve of life
or do we cycle forth
diminishing dumb
too slowly to save

those peaceniks
tripindicular
to actual
blood
fell
hard
for our stretch
to this some poetic landscape
too much an island

Kiss your cheek
and softly
bite your neck

it makes me
crazy

my hands
on your waist

you
pulled against
me

hard

lips sliding
on your lovely
neck

then shoulder
invited back
the slow way

to a ready
waiting
ear lobe

i test
she likes

fingers twitch
to each other

Unmade together
is a place

here in our hearts

that makes
Us


Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

I am exploding in lines of dispensary chaos
carefully, 1 part this, 1 part that
1 part neither this or that
axed into a rick
of push this edge
i sink
from old movies
into morass
of melange
sinking

into
this synchronization
of backbone
splayed like a blonde
on cash

i crash on Thursday
scenting a way foward
and then u
show up

What is our tomorrow
not subscribed
not cut
from expectation
alive and screaming

felt with that nerve
you hear incessantly
throbbing
god i love that word

in your mouth
this speaks
filthy
and  i
flossed

again
we are here
staring
across some abyss
unfilmed hellos
half done

you half
done
not even
ink between
thighs

of lust
and i
******
rust here
at a ****** keyboard u?


Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis rants

Then these be
pearls
Otherwise
hmmm

I yearn 50 dollars a day
I burn a little less
There is upturn
and there is down
turning around again
fate being a clown
reckensee around
and I don't get sound

Finding what shrinks
in view

Diving from sight
O' those eyes

Those dangerous eyes
that fix

Come out
shadow man

Burrow diver
You've grown

Too large for hawks
Though not perhaps

The banerjee
Though 's only one

So come out
bask

The rest of your day
is safe


Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

Arriving uncertain
that I want to be here
or anywhere really

well here is actually terrific
blah blah blah
my fingers are being hijacked

by feelings that don't know
where they are headed
just not just not can't say it

this taut band
snapping

Mollifiers appear don't they
saying sensible hate-able things

misplaced misplacements
accumulate on my imaginary fire

even if it is snail slow this is burning
down the rollicking house

typing in a safe space I imagine
such consternation

or am, not sure yet about prepositions
or today's direction

cardinal things undress
past wanting

flesh hostages of mind
ignored ache in signs
well what did you find
signaling low decline

flesh given up on its
compass its direction its
falling down its grit
and i think this is it

what's it I fallen in
hi recognizing kin
and this immoral din
the cacophony I'm in

can't see around when
in dark water pens
its trial-ing rants rends
nothing so much as ends

I'm thinking of a line
I could walk by you
and feel the cold
well 2
and you're thinking
of lives
or of this tissue
milky and soggy
saturated cords
of thinly visible
breath held aches
and we long
completely
out of dreams
for just love
or company
while

a baseball game
and a war
and a poisoning
and a white wedding
and a cure

and then I noticed you
had nodded off adorably

Can I get taller standing on lines of poetry
Can I get longer laying my mystification down
Can I use something other than darkness as a light
Can I figure out sound
that sounded like uncertain knew its way home
an i donut away from the things of disorder asking

things are asking me
to be spoken
sometimes politely
sometimes not
reasonableness always
has an opinion i often
don't want to hear
don't hear
won't

searing things alight
my *** and i whoop
like a stooge
and my game is not
even right
skittering crost
out of my mind
to having no mind
as my conveyance
is dissolute and garbled

I thought to tell my friend
wouldn't you?

So here's the tale
of the round

and the lips
and the taste

round yeah
um hmm

you think
there

no you don't
think there

'cause the skin
right there

tastes like
more


Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

The recent discovery
that everything
in my head
is *******
is freeing

Belief structures
Erected in mental space
By convincers
I have been persuaded
to believe
lies

About pretty much
Everything
you are even
a construct lying
again
in time

Do you imagine
I'm picturing you
scanning these lines
finding want
reach in
read write me

When I see
certain parts
I go stark
raving mad
completely
resolutely
out of whack
So don't
show me
those
parts

slowly getting started today
working through bein broken hearted today
all about getting my life restarted someway

alone

what the hell

this is fun

i get to do my laundry at 1

Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

It starts out
like a pouted
lip

Intent
to move
a heart

      (Jut yours out Just
      Don't look in that mirror)

Upturned faces
circle the surface

My eye
flits and slides

over filmy
stories

Aura'ing out
of each one

or are those
my tears

trying not to cry


Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

Scritch, scratch, scritch
time is unmarked
by my efforts
as are you

i am scraped
hollow and thin
shelled
like tomorrow

eaten by tv
and talk radio
and old songs
played loud

musicians died
so you
could hear
yourself beating

underneath this hearing
of these words
and those thoughts
is you reading

for the blood
of virgins
and the death
of gods

I just want to
take a gun
and use
the ****
of it
to erase
penetrations

It is that time
for lines
of words
to audition

in imaginary
stanzas
and couplets

these lines
and the unhappy
neurons
that hazarded them

crushed
like an off color
rebellion
if off color is still

crumbs I am
going for
granules
of forward

Maybe
i wanna write a poem
that i'int
jus uhnother moan
all 'bout
bein alo-ne
an ahbe
bulowin' 'atat

On my knees
carefully
Pleading for love
from you

its a
clique

to acknowledge explored
whatever  what-have-you "ands"
what-nots

intolerable redirects
404's
from hi story

wishing myself better
understanding it does not matter
how i am

less i've moved the fence
out
beyond

The ache of the mammal or primate
The pull of the lizard toward Heat
The Paramecium tasting satisfaction
The protons feeling the raw power
The wantonness of physics
The ******* Sizzle of chemistry

Pulling the hair of the universe
That tight black hole
Swallowing salty time
In a showy slow motion

Gravitic disturbance
gyros into a stars face

This pulling together
This entanglement
of drawn
fabrics ricked

Universes for sale
The latest to the oldie but goodies
You'll find a way to enjoy
Or pretend to defend

Your very own
Universe

Observe your eyes passing
this line

I ticked through a second
and another one appeared
where do these lead

Here you are they said
quietly as if
I should have known

How these separate
those left behind from
now

On I will know
to take these slow
the few

So there must be no more poems
and no more games
an no more daylight full
of expectations to dodge
So there must be no more pointed
existence
on the way but on delay

you are held back being me I am
whilst I finish
open
and then closed off

muted from all but
physically here
nah nah na nah nah
I'm safe

sorry I ran out on you
there
I can't take the heat
of yer imagined opprobrium

my dog looks away
when I ask

the sky should be

so i see the sun
everywhere
just coming thru
enamel and
whatever you
get near

in the grip of fun
under your sun
oh i am undone
breathing
and unsheathing

and then i feel the sun
or i am the sum
finding a way
to have
a feeling

what is light
concealing
i have
to be there
under something
peeking

The strings of
"That's bad"
Play in my head
Play in my head
A webbing, a netting
a wobbling warbling
wrought stringery
would be ringery of
shoulds and oughts
soughts and naughts
expensively bought
making ******
thoughts