What is it
with me
and whack jobs

Why does beauty
and BLLLFFFFT
what just happened

Happen here
heart in
hardening

Kin ya see all'em poems
inna back uh mah head
tryin' uh clime outta mah mouf
Ah knows dey's moslee bad
dey jus' wan' be free

Thus wokout sayeth
the sooth

And we kniw
meent

** rise in
rocks n lines

raint by rays
unknowin

ha this sun
brite

fits in
your tiny
happiness
jar

Nobody besides me is going to read this
so this is safe space, writing poetry
spilling unasked and unseen
scabbed over feelings onto
contrasting displays featuring marvelous me
and i know i've veered away from beautiful
rythmic verse and even the common crying
cursed sensitive soul not getting touched
beautifully wailing about the sweet mundane
and no I can't make up my mind on dinner or you
not reading this is a desired erasing i now regret

So let's get into it
[pause, open door
climb in, look about
form an opinion]
how's your model
refactoring questions

allowing just how much
of now

are you?

I just want to lock my doors to you
Block your number
I have to stop you
From making me not exist

You will notice
It will take a couple of days
You'll saunter in
itty bitty-ize me

on low power sun mode
a curl of brown hair falling
as you turn to look at me
and it all comes together

Neural patterns match
that of my dream
all bones soften
in dark heaving

I close it off
again
I am rolled
again

The integration
disintegration mash
You put your left being in
and something shakes
you all about
Am I right being
grooved by this
I don't want to know
the need I filled
somewhat

Ahmma gonna die
ya reminds me
an' I thinx
tah mahsel
no no no
youse just gonna
slows yersel sa much
ahm goin'

I am
uncertain

as to your
intent

Is *******
appropriate?

Is "wrong" ringing
in your head?

Uncertain?

Let's dance
syllabic

Rat-a-tat-tat
I love a rat

R u
'ere?

I've this time
to squeeze

and I am
uncertain

I might
like this


spacing
signaling

gaps
nominal gasps

u looked
thanks ***

and I sat
down

to tell you
I am uncertain

about
being here

with you
alone

just finished
crying

O'er

things that seem
certain

I am uncertain



Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

it's a long stretch of holding
my insides way inside as if
they might be seen
in a deep breath

i should let myself i-think
and certain thoughts
step in
why this mad dash now

and this is the cause
digits in vibrato playing keys
not pressed
down

kept from going anywhere again
dressing and ******* ways to be
feel capitalized
and carved

purposely underwritten
the character languishes
in the discards
i say i say

Skip that one
Skip this one
Poor lines
Sent packing

Mumblety-tasty
deeply surprising
Mellifluous even
Crystalline truth

Still looking
amongst this bumbling
bush of phrases to
earn those praises

The saccharine indulgence
of comforts choice
clangs on ears
rendering opinion

Opinions are the
Mark of the poor
heralds & scribes
I am fooled by turn

Passers of beauty
Smugglers of delight
arise
lick across this
in your lips

They won't let you stay
will they

They say
You are free now

To roam about
<undefined>

Enumeration's vein holds you in place
a number to be counted upon
I might even expect it
to speak into my day
clowning 3 of 5
over 4 of 7

Is this delightful we wonder
to know our odds
and evens and where
we should try to use
reasons
for reasons

I am not counting you as here
so that deep feelings arise

It's 10 pm and I'm
at a certain level
of various things
   If  skin could talk
what am I saying
   it can
aloud

I count minutes as if
that arrived at now
while keeping me
away

and this second
looking at me
i think it has
no memory
while it
reminds me
of what
I said
I'd do

If you

If you
would

If you

If you
would
take me

If you
would
take me
under
with you

under
something

with you
I would

I would
everything

I am on the *****
a gentle sliding
following curves
inducing dark
increase capturing
limbs and skin
in reignited drama
wherein we've time
we willingly discard
for this access

Is your numbness
your choice
Or
was it imposed

These sour lips
feeling faintly
for another would

in exhaustion

part

slackening into jaw
sacking into chair
leant over
scowling wet

I've under something
scurrilous-ish
and ******* it up
real flaky

Honest ahm distracted
almost  enough
to be sick

only if
we fail
our venture

fade fade fade
in this sunlight
find my shadow

blow on it
to not
explode

all clambers up
sniffs the wind
scents you

I reject your rejection
now what
I combat your
combativeness
fooling no one
I'm negative
on negativity
particularly yours
I perpetrate myself
further on
forcing a happening
upon happening
I'm thinking
it's laughing I'm
not happening

So you're the masked man
so obscured as to not be
'tellable  this neuron
so 10:30 but I don't
know what day

could i choose

sas if, is all, yes
the this or thats
an apostrophe away
from landing on the moon
but I'm ahead of myself aren't I

misshapen life unversed
taking the form of
I sense you know me
as if swollen
enough

gets you in
redness abates
too late

All hail
the night air
passing back door
through front
slithering cooly
'cross my calves

it's from the north
brings
little cold swirls of the artic
I warm them
as they pass through
unknowing
their own
magnificence

An admission
I don't know
I'm a specifist
'bout your precipice
know the exact edge
and under your view
am  hedging
while leaning some way

Into now and I am only
hard by knowing
and not
so left wondering
as to what they are saying
unknowing of all
the pretending some way
while leaning necessarily

In what direction
do I pursue you
when I am certain
of how it will feel

where am i when
i don't see you and
you don't see me
only later we

and oh I wish
I'd known
I'd noticed then
I'd been noticed

Look this is empty
you are thinking
and continue on

I think I know
how to fix this

what in you
rises

for a caress
tender

Ah know
how to fall

collapsing into
no one's arms

over and over
I am too big

to be lifted
I fight that

swaying so
proactively

pick me pick me
I rehearse

the sorrow
of tomorrow

at 7 and 10
promptly

expectations rise
cresting

I open
a bottle

Seems like
the right thing

I am unreeling
And I know it

I'm Too ****
For my unspooling

I am livid
At the indifference

In finding myself
In this exploding sea

Of what the hell are you
Anyway

And you change
As you try to answer

Self uncertainty
Should be

Self abandonment
Due to

Self creation
Whew

I need a
miss direction

To right
My ship
Of foolishness
Vibe

Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

thumbing through possible loves
shopping for
i'm i'm i'm
i don't even know
getting to look
'thout being seen
no-ope nope no-ope

i am passed by
by those i like
i am liked by
by by by those
i am like

yike
ssss
i've got to
<clenching>

Who are you swine who do not love?
Oh! You're me
Or someother thing with standards
bereft of humanity
where is that container
of my litany sunken
to bubbling snot
plaintively
will you
hear
me

I circle the j key with my fingertip
Push 'til you see
or raceagainst pressing matters
marked against
that which you mark
against being you
slipping 'n' high
emanating
all your
deaf
ness

I am here

Where are you tonight?

I cannot find
The left side
Of my right sided
Something
I've looked for it
Up and down

It's hard to perceive
inside your slippery smooth
ness what you're seeing-ness
yeah I know tho
none of anyone's business
ness  'cept is mine yeah
mine as I divined you  
I think up an' design u
really hope my words
turn u and then wonder
while your mind refines
me and finally consigns me
and just whose mind less
ness confines me is best
left to the reader no one
has imagined ness

I like
having to pay
that *******
the universe
everyday
in order
to get
to play

can i give up
in some new way
that is up
and giving
and end up

What is the delicious idiocy of tonight?
wherein I do the opposite of light
sway around the kitchen with sugar
and cream chilled down to the icy bone
of starlight and the freezer door ajar's breath

I sing my teeth no I sink my spirit into
the pacing around the kitchen a 5-foot arc
wherein I rise above pettiness and drink again
and probe for soft melt with my faux silver spoon
this is so good and so sweet i think like a thumb

At what point
must we divide
Prospero?

The *** has been ******
And ****** off
I love women
And the company of women
I attract the crazy
Powerful
Wolf *******
They are hungry
When they get around
Me

Whom they cannot tame or Be Tamed by

And we don't know if that's good

So we Circle in the night and the day

Expend energy in a flashy way

What is at a level vain generates energy in the universe Mains

Pumping primping
porking

One day at a sublime




Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

hurricane motors
have my skirt

tore through
this morning

took no taking
covers off

i resisted
clutching

to no avail
I've lost my

idea of ground
hate water

thoughts wet
as tomorrow

sliding its
sliding down

on top of today
breathing wet clay

and something that's
been on fire

What is the taste
of now

Is the world's vibe
straint

Acidic
We all tryn
ta be a fabric
an dissolve one
at the sa-ame tom
wassat wassat

i here this note
i here n dis note
i hear'n deez
notes

Non sense fills void
better than anything else

and foreshadows
the outcome

No sense wrestling
these sounds down

to pale patois
of pretty pushes

when the page
is a sieve catching

eyes and what falls
from them

eyes emptied
heart emptied

shaken out like a trash can
On Tuesday

I read
Oak leaves

Under my porch light
they tell me no one has left

recently

I tell them
no one is here

anymore
to leave


Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

I waited until
Waiting uncomfortably
wait wait wait
and hold still

park it you

A drop into your heart
of booted day
excoriating way
and you recede

eyes closed
listening inside

trying
to hold still

enough for you
to grace me

with your
confusing

*******
blinding

presence
******* write down

goes with that?
whut


Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

Stretching out the sips
Glancing at the door

Got here early enough
to be by the fireplace

Hot chocolate in a white mug
with a splash of coffee

Mmmmm
if no one shows

I'll have another
and chisel this line

and consider whether
I'm waiting

or hoping
no one shows

Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

Want want want
Run
Do do do
Stop
Mashup
Want want want
Sleep

I still need you
on Thursday mornings
to sweep

To brush the dust
of days dissolute
off now

So it can shine
an entwine itself
with blue

That is the color
I'm going for
inside

Where walls
sail through
my life

On the way
to tomorrow
or Friday

****** Friday

Exclusivity dies here
in today's
more informed
hearts

I am enuf
to belong to
me an my
doing me

Want arises
from unconsciousness
Sees things
are good

Sets about
getting more
as belonging
is no longer a question

And Less
A Lever
As it
Moves inward

Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

I sat here all eve
just for this breeze
I thought
as it cooly arrived
around my skin
like lotion
of forest night air

Concentric overlapping
rings
of wetness track
this cup's movement
between lines
progressively
further away

then back to closest
while i type
these lines out
to you
reading

what do you seek
what do you want
what do you think
you need
to proceed to your
death happy

will we
find it
here



Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

This is how high the river got, he said
pointing to the line at my head level
half way up the door frame

This rising above which I hold my head
Marking its climb in lives bright line's end
and the thrashing about of my protests

These slashes and the abruptness of missing
Limbs of my life, upon which I have clambered
thinking them permanent turned out other

Time is a razor working tirelessly at trimming
away everything to make room for everything
and I am just these lines moving out of sight

I put a package
into their heads
What do you mean
you put a package
in their heads
I put a package
in their heads
What was
in the package
It was a package
Of letters
Why did you put
A package of letters
In their heads
To explode
To wrinkle in
Then come crashing
back Exhausted
And happy

I've generated and stored these waves for you.  They will pierce this thing that has you.  This thing that thinks it is you. This thing that is reading these supposed words.  This thing falling, always falling down time and thinking otherwise.

What did you do today that spread? How did the sun react to the taste? Did it increase? Did the hungriness abate? That is not flavoring, it is deadening.  I'm keeping talking while the frequency of change of the, well, frequency, changes.  It should be too late now.  Count backward from forward **.  If I can lead you to a feast of delicious opinions then you'll feast.

I had yesterday.  Went all the way.  Came. That was everything.  What does that mean.  It means that for a moment my wave waved its entangled *** in uncertainty's breeze.  I did math on a mega scale.  Threw stones with my own personal personification of creation.  Yesterday was good.

Which is what made me think of this. This sneaking about. Whilst, unknown-st to this ocean I have you swimming in my wondering pool of nonsense.  It hitches on to you - this sort of pollination.  There's a test for that.  You shall not pass.  Come on.

This salmon of thought splashing pool to pool laughs at the surprised containers.  Just passing through.  Part of the conversation you are held out of, thinker.