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

When was
the last time
I paid water

enveloping
water

I'd like
to make you
wet

Some dry things
like me
poetry-ing on

divining for
splashes back
sprinkles even

or most
dreamed of
a tear

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.

This is a nevermind write
something I started without
a light
Something I push on am not
pulled|And I recoil here
And run off.  Or try.
What cravenous
keeps me here
incongruous with the night
and your desires

Drunk in the sunshine
Of Wednesday this
on the patio
of Las Cazuelas

The wiring of this afternoon
shocks rice and beans
and an oversized margarita
with two straws

Into steady relentless
retreat
off the plate
deep in the glass

Up comes another
subject
chamoflaged
in floral nonsense

And persuasion's lips eat
Guacamole
from my heart
with chips

the Thursday's I couldn't
find myself pretense
has all but run

to single syllables
darting away from
the light as if
scalded  

all along and all
along you knew
didn't you
new again
instantaneous
instantiation
insta fren
listen 'gain
verbs reign

lift this part up
with your falling
fear of naught but
full enough
of listen

under look

this
the crotch
of your soul

slippery
to need

nerves extending
Do you

lift your head
now

Is it
this weakness

you have
for proof
is proof

Has
2 be

some thought knife
in your hand

it's wrist in your head
doing 360's

all is cut safely away
no connections are left
slashed so well
burn has no purpose

fear
lifts your eyes
just there

Assume high
higher

just there,
you see?

Sled dogs couldn't pull me
down
where
you are


Unfound


Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

We all need a poem
in this, here, I am not alone
hehe

We all need a poem
as we, mere, sing alone
re me

No one needs a poem
to read, sear, turn you alone
ta da

I always need me a poem
gets me, vibe-ish-ly, home
haha

The preceding has been
sponsored by
the sky

I am hating the tightness
of your ******
That grip your body has
Over me

Perhaps it's the shape of your *******
That is so infuriating
And abhorrent to Nature

Such perfection of angle
into my want
I move at you
like rope pulled

Astride surprise
I rise a flea
witnessing
you you female

You borderland
of willing dissolution

this knowing
of clear it away for me

I am the force
Of nature you seek

Though I don't understand
How

To treat people
Like people

Not things

My generation
Processed the fear of the last

Who fed themselves
To the beautiful machine

That made the world
Ugly

Littered with
What doesn't make us happy



Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

We force the air
to vibrate

be something
between us

nothing more
than

and it complies
lands

as a shadow
and not

reads us not
the message

as some breath
exhaled

by dusty meteors
maybe

or crumbs of some
star's collapse

some note sung
by some sun

to some moon
aching

to be nearer
and hotter

As you know
I am a bad person
and as such
I am obliged
to do
some bad things

so here goes

hmmm
am having
some difficulty
here

my willingness
to be bad
seems to be
offset by
my need
to be nice

perhaps
I could spank you
lightly
but that is confused
as you seem
to enjoy
the idea so much
I am put off

this bad person
business
is confusing
how does one
really know

I feel myself closing in
when my arms fall
to my lap and break
through and debris
falls to my eyebrows
and I look up to see
myself closing in and

I am not included
here
anymore
If you still
include yourself
here
I am very
suspicious
of your motives
hah

Noisome old child would be vibing tine
seeking orchestration waves of direction
keeping time and melodic line and silences
like boxcars parked in the switch yard
long as anyone can remember tapping along

snick snick goes something timely in the background
snick snick
snick snick
rising tenor has me hoping and looking up
for light to shine you should see the air shimmer

skritch skritch across a rising round solidity
are you are you are you still in this
song still playing along i can't tell
anymore i can't feel any more subtlety
i need the boom boom boom song
i need to ask i need to be along note

Well there's something here
Needing to be sad

I meant said
Emotion in my voice

Fooling
Voice-to-text

Or
not

Something here
Still needing to be said

We sew
in and out of life

then out

Pieces of the world
fall

world
remains

fallen tall
on itself

I, this poet
game piece

Superfluous
never fit better
meant more

drawing blank
of sound

Skinny memories interrupting
skin memories

Skinned
tonight

Things I can't find
are vexing

nonsense
become cardigan

still I resist
here

Going
Hammeringly
Faster
There



Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

This is a life
is it?

Sitting here
doing
watching

why am i
waiting
anyhow

I am frightened
by this question
renderedededed

I am square upon
the wind
and the wax

this accumulating
racket
of t ime

all the noise that's fit
to hear that
i hear that

i am that
noise
unless

time smirks
space yawns
and relaxes faster

and this inside
of bad making good
sense

lives today
smiles on us
is warmth

and i smell
of tomorrows
lust

all these nerves
all these neurons
need to make sense

of wetness
of a hardon
and there is no sense

I sulk not
oh wait
I sulk
differently
and over
that too
I sulk
Ooomph
Don't you
Ok Ok
Ahll stop sulking
doom up for you

there

We are so deeply prejudiced
when we Act
from fear





Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

I am restrained
from saying
what you really mean
by what I can't admit

this smooth part lies
accepting its ambiguity
under certain meaty fingers
searching I am searching

torque as a reason
for a stanza
a shortening of a cap
stop digging they say

For the one
who isn't drained

I read this physicist's
comment on consciousness
to Nell, my white bunny
Nell said,
Nibble, nibble nibble
Nibble nibble, nibble
Nibble nibble nib
Then paused
watching
in her quiet way
to let it sink in
Delightful!

I prayed with them
at some alter
little knowing

Whats
What were you born with?

What would you add or change?

What would you add or change to your children?

What might your parents have added or changed in you?

What, when I was a child

What if the races mix?

What if the commies win?

A homosexual does what?

Wut?

What to fear now.
What to want now.
In that order.

We secrete this
into our environment
say what

wut wut wut

sing
What's goin' on
pour what

On me
tasty new
never before

What
Is
That
what

I'm a what-er
wuter?
I wuter all day....nah

Apparently a word
That can't be
Soundly said

I am unspeakable?
I what-er all day long?
Unwriteable?

What is going on here?
I'm losing the what
Is the point
what now

Not enough who
in my life
perhaps I should be more of a
who-er?

Ahma
who-er
for readers
Who-er for you-er
Ah bring
the what-er

***


Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

What am I?
Well, a zebra
obviously
But, does it fit?
I think not

What are you doing
the same nothing
I'm always doing
what are you doing

and there is this moment
that has no bottom
the surfaces
around you
the people
around you
the furniture
around you
you cannot grasp
as you drain away
from everything
knowing

What is a song
Does it have long brown hair
falling down it's back
as it moves
around you

That note right there
a wave of arching
your back your head
exalting up and back
rippling back down
ruby highlights
dance over hips

we reach
for higher notes

How can I love a song so much

this juvenalistic probalistic
stream with no oil or butter
scalds no one
doesn't smell like breakfast
does it
sneak away from
that thought
'for your caught
with

Censored
Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

Fruit
Nuts
Vegetables
*****
?

Healthy and
Happy?

HeHe

Yes Mom's and Dad's
I know

am one

Calm yourself
well behaved folk

no need to deliver
the obvious wisdom

been there dispensed that

or do
   you
nee-eed to do that

not here button your fly

glad this isn't a forum
you can't

just sit and watch
life

being lived
not protected

to stillness
hmmph



Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

I'm in this envelope
of time
30 seconds bang
and here I go again

How to tell
they love you
how to tell
you're on
the right track
how to tell
there is anyone
there who cares
and if there isn't
how to tell

This haunting of myself
thought blows reigning down
on my fractured now
Oh how will I...

What would I teach a poet?
to write with your feet
so you won't miss a beat
to keep the page neat
and pretend to be sweet
that rhyming all the lines
is poetry dressed to the 9's
that reading it aloud
always makes you proud
to not pretend and let
the **** thing end

When do you wake up?
In the morning
in the afternoon
or in the evening
of your life?

Now?

How do you get
to that province
where knowing
yourself is easy
to sleep on?

Something always has to crash
My reality
To get me right here
Sleepy

Someone crashed into me. I can smell her.

I always think
I'll stay
I never know
I don't stay
Until
I pop back in
and realize
I'd left
Without knowing
I'd left

Found myself
Gone

And then I realize some of you knew it and tried to tell me.

Is there a crazy glue that will keep me here?
She smiles.

Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

When I was not a person
I could not treat you like one
I could not understand the-the looks
you gave me
When I was not a person
I was a crunchy thing
good and broken spilt in time
unapproved and no way in
contesting for particles of, whilst
lifting myself out of self-hood
I raged
When I was not a person
I did things
I couldn't do as a person
that piled up around me
and couldn't be surmounted
encasing possibility
plastic wrapping the settee
When I was not a person
I was a much greater thing
then all of you could ever hope
to be though blind and hopeless
and crying look at me
When I was not a person
I couldn't let you see me
like this

I got lost
on my way
to my
denouement

There I was
racing along
and meaning
flew clean away

I could see it
over the trees
wings beating
hastily free

Leaving me
able to admit
nothing and
a little lost

Let's not wonder
what you meant

I am oscillating in a wrestling match over
an infuriating soup of potentials
I'd be a wave but I'm particular
We'd know if you'd look
that hardening down and away

The universe needs to be seen
to be

So I close my eyes
belligerent
disappear!

Trying not to be
again
where I am
again

Things to not being here
shims between
me and


Even this is too close
this reach
too far too flawed
again

this thin distracted
thing howling
like ants and grass
again

shims again

In my head
ducking thoughts
bears chasing
through trees
me squawking away
hitting the other side
of my skull
and realizing
I can't fit
out that ear
Head for a nostril?
it is not going to work
i hold very still
and start vibrating
'til even the woods
are shaking
and the bears yield
to my faux quake
and then
because that is
so hard to do
so much to endure
I dampen down
the vibrations
and we're all good
and no one sees

I'm pulling the rope
Starting

To cough
Up a day

That is
groggy

Needs reminding
where did I put
my fire
last night

What was I
So on about

That space
fills easily

with candidates
who stand for despair

Sisters of you
Fan out
like reflections

Which of you
won't

Stay home
Sink or sail
alone




Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

Nothing hangs in the balance
though I want something
to hold my breath over
so as not to upset
everything

Don't want to do that

Might as well
squeeze the rain dry

Each of us alone
in our thoughts

Mine running to edges
and choices

that I make up
in hunger

that I imagine
eat at me

We are the dark sea's
laughter
in the face of the light's
cold expanse

this karmic clash
of naught
and its best mate
time's taste

confused splashing
infusion
desires gashing
an' i just smile

small words
in a small
white box
i feel as if
I am burying
something
and begging
you
to dig it up
and exclaim
in delight
and a little fright
right right right