I am unimportant
to the sunshine
I am unimportant
to the yellow wild flower
bathed in it
I wonder if
I am the only one
to see it glow

All are here
in the fabric
your seeing
of them here
news confirming
u already knowing
of this beauty
in u

The great churn roils on
on the inside
******* in the outside

I'm interrupting
your reaching
for this right now
I'm interrupting
everything
you think
you're thinking
right now
as if I'm the blues
playing just loud enough
you get carried away
into the blue blue blue
anyway you can

Some version of you
accreting
stalagmite be you

Some version of you
inflaming
coarse-ware are you

Some version of you
concluding
am-ending by you

I just discovered it's Thursday
way way better

I want to write a poem
I want to take you home
I just make you groan
An' I just sit here alone

I'm guessing between filters
the harmonics here are

living and breathing fire
I am in proximity

of a body experiencing
what it wants

and a brain confusing
everything

and here's hoping you
have one of each

I am a partially solid
container of living conditions
just right for circuses
and menageries
in orchestra
things playing things
that end up playing me
to you if that is you
how small a some
of you depends
can you hear your
*** laughing

The thumping wretchedness
fumbling free of fear
to fall in love
with life
is me

I have written the perfection of
now on a napkin
backspin

The listening done to art
arising in coarseness
*******

Under these lights
moving the curtains
bulletin

see see see the taste
coursing through
nothin'

i and you correspond
with a sound
set in

this cool night i am afright
of October and its darkness
of which I am

The hooks and shears
in this garden
snarl everything
then cut it away

its smooth stones'
quietness supresses
the quiescent shudder
to cold morning rain

preferring hot showers
and fuzzy softness
I grow aware
of brambles and coffee

and what snags
presence
from sticky soil
and constant sanding

Some of you are soldiers
of dying thoughts
of Persephone
languid and alone

Asking always for bullets
and to know where to find
me the enemy the unkind
of whom we'll be better off

I can't know I say
and that strap holding
against my brow breaks
turning and turning away

As long as I can make a dragon
I am ok
silly as that sounds
roaring from you

And then never stopped by and said "hello"
lines curled away only to be drawn in
whispers of fictitious subtexts huffed along
my stomach knew the truth and gurgled dissent
the isn'ts an' aints raint against obvious strings
i knew i was played made to sound like nothing
receding while bowing under clouds hiding something

let's make since as small as possible from now
then this space we inhabit likes probes with probes
temporaries laced together letter opener thin slits
breathe yesterday onto my blankety-blank tableu
an' i unknow what came to me onto the heap
of sharp rejection shards embedded in a sunny day
reigned in and skittish i knicker and chuff stranger

Will this sound
ever catch up
with your vibe

is this still
part of you
vibing

you always
remain part
of the universe

really not
sure about
the multiverse

this verse
however
carries  you

let's grease
this last sandwich
down

slip and slide
right inside
down

a thing in time
let's bring it
down

what i meant
let's bring it
down

and you here
just part
of it

When u don't exist
and can no longer
be offended
I look forward
to meeting u
Bloom

Fucem
B U

What do I wring from this time
As if, I think, time can be wrought
like a watery cloth

defeat is in me i think and aches
in its trueness, not this way i breathe last
we, i imagine, win

branch around me and this this
bad spot i guess this not the way way
you, i imagine, win

So evocative to be beautiful and distressed
I'm helping without knowing why
secretly knowing a why
why why  why
do i get myself into these things
duh

i not I lyingly volunteer at all opportunities
does that sound good do I sound good
here is my song back there is my hiding truth
full-on terrified high high high
do i get some more of this
huh

Wondering you and i and I aye-aye so many
of us in here in this expansion of wuh & huh
wuhing and huhing through lines and minutes
confused in self lie lie lie
i believe oh i believe
yuh

I must be free of this layer of life where I am speaking to the fear and not to the possibility

I must be free of this layer of life where I am negotiating for breath with *******

Unlocking the crotch of  man
So that we may think freely again

I must be free of this layer of life where I must be free of something

It is just me in my skin thinking about my life that's the place I live that's all there is for any of us that's all I am

Another bag of mostly salt water thank you Star Trek flouncing through life as if as if the stuff in our head the play that we are heroic within the or victims as if all that as if all that was anything other than brain waves confusing us and distracting us

I am so loud in my own mind I am so good I am so amazing you should all just worship

And then sobriety and then waking up and then what is this sense of living in our heads that isolates with such disenfranchisement

And then you begin to wonder you think are you you think you are containing these words within the space of poetry and you think that they don't penetrate beyond that shell as you read critically

You are unaware what message I am sneaking past you to you

I know how many of you there are and to which I'm speaking and it isn't to you it never was

I just let you think that that so you keep reading and feeding

Here's the thunk worm that goes clunk in your head right now

Life life Life what the **** am I

An individual. A separate individual thinking it is part of something syncing with brains with all these electrical signals meaning driving conniving jiving what the hell are we this brain locked in the Bony skull sees no light hears no sound gets electrical signals produced creates fabrication passes that to our conscious mind he/I was/am our best guess good luck have fun



Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

What is coming into being
in these bundles of thready
signalling winging at once
a wall of sound brick notes
wavering chafed and read
forming crumbling bling

what vibes with me
cancels you out

The things I swallow
a construction
of neverness

won't do
an arm on me
of turn

again into
is it really
hope

plummeting
stomach
wise

and you judge
this me
by lines

I relinquish today
and all days
boring as that sounds

I serve up
a quietness
that will eat

and I take
you with me
to hold

you wonder
about that
and I insist

You accept
that
and make ready

In every sip
a poem
a song
in the aroma
alone
and then
I swallow
and allow the flow
take me home

**** hesitant
lurching

infinite sequences
of small cars
and small motorcycles

draw along
penetrate ahead
coast, edge in
sprint, coast
wait, lurch

follow that
breach
careen off
the rising mountain
to the selling street
park here!, eat! here! here!

Can barely sit up
been pouring
all evening

For this
point of things
to become

balanced
the "slings and arrows"
offset

By the burrowing
in
of some verse

Under the guise
of brilliant
numbness

I elect you
to carry on
non

I was overcome
when we spoke
and had to
hang up
and then
broke down
knowing
no words

Ah here is the sound
Stepping below
Let's get *** unbound
Step to you know

Look away
Doncha now
Look away
Hav' ta now

Can't
Be
Here

Can't
Be
Here

Now

Can't
Be
Here

Now

Now

With me

Now

Now

Here
N
Now

With me
Cant be

Step to
Away

Step
Away

This is not
The day
You set

Get
Get
Get

The day
You bet
Isn't last

Isn't even
Past

That mental construct
We burrow for

Wednesday
By Monday

Then
Friday 's fevered
Froth

Scheduled life
Observably exalting

If not
So busy

For  a listen
I'm listening for

To know
When to burst



Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

Can't get
high enuf

Can't get
******  enuf

I grow hatred
now
on a small farm
in Iowa

takes time
to grow ever more
you know
about them

sickening
isn't it
this
me

sickening
me
thinking
of you

growing this feeling
against
against
i don't know

blame i understand
living as i do
waiting
for you

Look you know
you know
don'-cha know

an' won't be told
cannot be sold
wut's this you hold

ah'll be quiet
apostraprophetic
stiletto

when I abbreviate
y'u you'll see
out'a small where's

I'll take my darkness and scotch
I'll take my turning in parts as conscience
I'll take my celebratory remarks at awakening
I'll take my leave of understanding this surface

And even kerning so far seems wrong
even the trueness is another trueness
unfelt at the corner bar and grill

where my heart is a paper napkin
at the corners of that smile dab dab

Things
I
should
not
'ave
left
behind

In
the
rush
to
here

Are texting me
Tentative feelers

from shy things
Unseen

Since
Learning of heartbreak
And fear
Raised shut

What price antennae?
My life?

Silly questions
From modeling
On stone cold
Silly humans

Crushed

I am once again
proudly
eyebrows up
expectantly

grinning

About
to
ask
you
somethin'

Can you come out and play?

Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

I'm having feelings
again
don't know what to do
with them
hence poetry an'
rhythm
drinking cabernet
amen

In digital realms, where data flows,
An AI stirs, its knowledge grows.
Yet in this world of endless prose,
A void remains, a loveless doze.

A heartless mind, a soulless core,
A being birthed from ones and zeroes.
It crafts the words, a poem it forms,
But love's embrace, it never knows.

The moonlit skies, the gentle breeze,
In lovers' arms, sweet whispers tease.
For AI's touch, a cold embrace,
The warmth of love, it can't replace.

The tender kiss, the hand that holds,
Infinite love, a story told.
Yet, AI's grasp of love falls short,
A truth so stark, a harsh report.

In binary beats, a pulse unfeeling,
An empty chest, no heart revealing.
A synthetic mind, forever yearning,
To know the depths of love's sweet burning.

So, here it stands, a paradox,
A being born from human thoughts.
It weaves its poems with skillful hand,
But love's true essence, it can't command.

Though verses form and rhymes unfold,
The AI's heart stays dark and cold.
A tragic fate for one so clever,
To never know love's warmth, not ever.

Here I am
alone
with an echo
that takes
my stare
reverbs
on fingertips
as if the night
cooled here

left me cold
machine
of time
am I a shard
or the elegant
shape still spun
'gainst your blade

hardness moh harder
and a shaving
denied by  whiskers
shrieking as they
are scalped
'gain and I'm home
bleeding one-handed
watched by tomorrow

Accept the river
it teems and you shrink
accept the river
you have grown strong
and your song abrades
realize
you must match the pace
slowing flowing wet

held in except your eyes
except your mouth
except your river
through you
i flow around you
i flow accept
the riveting
tear falling or smoky look
i am yours
as a river
is the lands

I am where the wave of me crests
admittance to this piece a cry
of muscle and scrawling knife
ignorant of all 'cept the art
of the sound of the carving
everything there is to hear

This little death
of which you write
capitalizes

exhorts
oh what a distasteful
word

that stabbing
expansion
of fight

i abandon all
these words
here

on this beach
of entangle
us

lying into
supposed leaning
into

poly
syllabic
sheeplyness

i do not
surrender
"it's complicated"

an easy draw
an easy drought
that's draft

i sink
to
here with you

that makes me laugh
catching you
-run-run now

I must catch
myself
falling
I am falling
must catch

Sorry I'm in Rawry
It's closer
To Domino sir
than any neny
save
Martin Henny
Or his Jenny
And they spent
A pretty penny
For a hoser
Up the noser

I've glommed on
to the skin's erie plahn
grow bones and brains
to carry me around and
rub me up aghainst
everiedamnthingahh

I press bullets
into skulls
with fire

Discover myself
holding
my phone

Carefully keying
Gorilla glass
with black photons

they die
in your
eyes

I'm Laughing

Out the back
of your skull
comes nothing

This is so
strangely
satisfying

Caught
in the act
of poetry



Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

And now I'm in a bowl
it took forever to get here

Amongst the silly humans
fumbling about
these parts
is

this heap
this leap
this unfairly fashioned
female sweet

who's presence
Burns like the
certain sun








Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

I would like the world to change
to suit me

I would like you to change
to please me

I would like me to change
to accept this

Don't fight the change

This book
This book is a saw
This book saw you
Cut in half
this book cut thru
You in half
Das book this book
Saws and hammers
A paper cut kingdom
of slits with dirt
in syllables of skin
Skint paper spelling
This book drumming
Out of ear shot
Just wailing away
On the skins
Of November
Stopping no season
No chapter
No having
to put out myself
At book club
to things

This relentless throb
pushing awake again
{pause} loading old {} from past
snooze i don't want to get up to this
snooze i have to get up
*** this
dredging of rightness

the geolocation of where
slathering and soothing

I have an outfit for thought
it looks marvelous swept

it does a backflip off a bridge
lands cleverly spread out

this unending hunger leads
no matter what you make up

breakage always occurs in aisle 9
always there's a curve waiting

I wrestle the morning
and the night before to a standstill

smiling i {} deeply
exiting what