What is your containment plan
For this Radioactive Hardon
I have for you

Everybody can see it
In my eyes
Not to mention yours

I know this makes no sense
You rarely do
punk

Right there
I slipped the package
of crackers into the cabinet
and I remembered
doing this before
when the girls
were here
and I had a family
here
crackers

I am a skin floating
inflated by pretense
unseen unpromising
reaching for cabernet
pouring in unfettered
coursing of sound
I abound here

Preaching agin myself
being both sides
Can u feel
the patheticness
the clench
a constriction
the hollow
caves you in

I'll trade this 2am
sploding
this ascendant binge
this holding open

Skin I pass against
sings sometimes
I wonder
at my sensual dishevelment
of sheets
lattices of caress
cascade

This cavalcade
this spectacle
staged live before
my very eyes

begs a listen
grasping a feel
of yesterday's ****
throbbing Robin
flying

and you are similar
only a simulation
my idea of a reader
squirming at the bar
sitting on heat
needing used

Wondering at
the trenches we've dug
to be filled in

the anger over
not being
smiled at
by you

Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

Poetry crank here
crank here
crank
here
crk
hr

Here a crank
there a crank
everywhere
a crank crank

Crank?

Lank?

Slubuhlank
tank
I'd be shrank
a lank

Sank
back into
the tank
I just want
to thank

you
for your
forbearance

though it sticks
awkwardly
out of your face

Scalped seconds course my spine
this is me realizing your lies
memories rewritten in another light
feeling and parts chopped from them

Fits
All fits
Blinded


Writes itself doesn't it looping
like a serpent

I don't want to write
I am its servant

And did anyway
'splain that
Spanky

I convince myself
of freedom
& joy

Inhaling as I am
cries of vestigial
fins

Slicing thru epochs
of scrabble
time

Placentas abound
promising
sun

Not I'm not
off the track
& back

Look in your
mirror
mete

the echo
of which
you crest

Either I
Or the day
Came crinkle cut

More
Surface

Area
Than
Smooth
Cut

I digress
Into those
Crispy crevices

Catchers
Of salt
And seasoning

Do you mix
Well
Do you

A crunchy
Verticy
Submits

Masticating
To great
Satisfaction

This
Fryn'
Day



Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

there is just this one
i am missing now
long brown-reddish hair
down her back as she looks
at me over her shoulder
like a sun that likes me

Is it time to go to bed
some of you remain
banging around in my head
and I'd like you to be dead

On edge
Time is a paper thin
moment
of transformation
A blade containing
our expanding 'verse
you and every galaxy
like you blinking
at our thinness
in the slimness
of now

What is erasure
I wonder blankly
clenching 'gainst
your fetid opinion

living in my forearms
reluctant
blankenship
syrup of life
over time

I'm crushing the notion
of superposition
into whine

Of days hanging
on a clothesline
fluttering

in some breeze
carrying the scent
of high

its the
explanation
of the day

thank gods
and universes
for scents

flattened
minutes
haunting me

like the feared
forgetfulness
look away

look away
simply
look away

God I'm a crust
I think
Considering my behavior earlier

reading
Jamadhi Verse

Broke
on some hard heart

Not knowing
Not knowing
as if knowing
helped

family is together
just not me

uninvited
ah the power u have

to break this heart
is ******' awesome

Talking with David at 2am
You bro let's catch a buzz
David is gone
recently

I received some of his things
today a cherished sign (ikr)
his stash box handled so often

i can see him closing opening
cleaning rolling away
a moment at a time

here i am clenched fists
over a keyboard
of ache

I am spilling out
here in a chair
hair above
nothing there
not even square
speeding some
where is away
from I heard
from I am
from

that excavation
is done

as is you could
brush away

the crumbs from
your smile
and be happier

A man trapped and playing his role
looks out from under your eyes or mine
asking

This current, this current must I follow it
on your imaginary shore, you wrestle
advise

Carried, decried, decidedly unwrapped
a burning sensation from unknown parts
advances

Just long enough to ask what's wrong
has moved on to more fertile land t han
about you

and follows it

This cut
cuts away that
which holds me back

sliding from me
eyes dulling
is me

Yada dada
yada yada
yada yada yada
yaba
yaba?

I won't even try
to make what you want
I must exceed that

I need a slogan
or a hip-hip-hooray
or some **** thing
here he is
some **** thing
aren't we all
n e thin else
comes before the fall
proud of that
ieee

I'd write you a good
poem
but I don't have
time
or I don't know
how
and now I have
two stop

I was taken in by poetry
visions of diamonds and pearls
adulation and printed reviews
it was all going to be mine
i tell you
mine

On my way here
waiting for the box
I forgot the line
that I thought of

Rubbing my hand across
my phone's dark screen
it's time for bed
the battery said

I don't have
that

I'm planicking again
if this then flip out
if that then freak
otherwise be
overwhelmed

i don't see any flaws
in my reasoning
all my bases
are covered
fully prepared
for the day

Fury in the dosage of time
and no refills


Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

As if it was a game
I leap out
to spawn
an egregious word
again
unless we're talkin'
salmon and rapids
and then bears
reach and snag

gnash of day really
where you ranted
and I recanted
because it rhymed

and you didn't ***

Dealing with obliteration
Like a sandwich
Eating the edge off til you feel
Like a little machine
Or small animal
Maybe a squirrel
With your teeth
You click click click


@Copyright 2018 Dennis Willis

This latest poem is early
and burley
and surly
and isn't going to sit still
for any nonsense from you
Dear Reader
Check that reaction
that exaction
That Narrowing down
past my crafting hand
to your wanting
your line here

Or something
of piercing beauty
like you

I'm left gasping
my false
version of you
shocks me
in new ways

All my versions
of you
scrawled hard
in my ink
on my fog

Attenuated
as dim
as possible
to avoid
more crying

Grooves scrape dark
'cross day
I go to bed
take a nap
sleep past you

And no one reads
my line
mouth open
clothes off
next to me

All of our conversations end
with you giving me the finger
it is so satisfying that tonight's
did too

If that was our last one I'm glad
I was able to make it clear finally
just how wrong you have been
all of these years

I'm glad you can see how lucky
you are and just how much more
you should have listened
to my advice

I can see the look on your face
as you turn away and mutter
about the value of little brother
and signal

This air sizzles with chemo
and old paths uncovered
to be played once more
flipping off

Men with guns
seem to think
they are necessary
to life

So I thought I didn't want to
and then I did want to

All these thoughts
competing to explain
this here-i-am now
******* a keyboard

The degree seems perfect
balanced
between inebriants
taunting joy and depth
with discoloration

Instants strung out
waiting for acceptance
I accept I accept this
reality's
smoking gun

and head for another
lens on alliteration
I am a sounding
a turgid probe
reaching

I wait for understanding
in semi-darkness
Babylon plays
in the background
sinking

Your internal organs
push on
relentless while
your explanations run
to catch up

Thinking creates
physical possibility
Awareness finds
ready-to-be way
tho not like me
to take it

What does that mean
I ask someone other
than me inside my head
they respond quickly
inquiring as to my
need to know

I need to know  her number
her skin
her dimples
let's not dance around this
I need to know
her as a human

I don't know who you are
or how to please you
aiming imaginings
at opinion machines
and hoping a good one
comes crashing back
yours, carefully held
odds are, won't
this undeserving
won't
get acknowledged
right
it all ended there
crescendo'd
and then
awkwardly,
cresendo'd again

I spelled distasteful with my life
So I sit alone
And right




Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

Every thought a line
breaking

I can smell you
on clean hands

Staying there
burns

What's in the now
rising please rise

moving around
bursting

this corded now
some how

in the grip
tomorrow

wailing at me
with my own lips

I make them
sputter with my finger

This is endless
no

This is all of me
trying

not to
end

endlessly
endlessly

i read the news

oh, <flame>,  out
shockingly

Calculating my years left

pushups tomorrow

poetry and poison
tonight

Dinner in the sun
squinting
leaning from shadow to blinded
your lazy beauty blinking soft
to searing
tilt again
everyone disappears
and i am in
with only the stellar
slow scalding
i hold still for it
your knifing

sip sip sip
tequila, salt, songs

queso dip dip dip
strangeness of you reading
on  your phone

i'm negotiating with silence
what sound might be okay
to break it

your lesson of leaving
things unsaid
holding them back

is love
buffered
not the unraveling

and this sandwich
of mirrors 'flects
too much

I escape
making

by looking
backwards

and closing
my eyes

really really
tightly

yet today's
haircut

made me
younger

somehow
transfusing

time and
attractiveness

don't i
imagine myself

in all eyes
well lit

i often don't know
what this is about
talking with
a blindness
feeling its way
along
always embarrassed
that you may see me
feeling my way along
laughing as i miss
everything
every **** thing
clumsily by
being so **** dumb
to  its nearness
yet
its dearness
robs
all i have

Will you take me
from here
I think at you

Please don't **** me
I grit at you
My fear

Is a description of time labored
worked into crevices like grime
gritty seconds rolling like tanks
against bags of groceries thyme
sinking i am into sinking as a
sensation decline against mine
hard muscled now here hatted
by the paperwork of the day
this what keeps you away

Just the right distance
from
Can't get far enough away
Safe
shadowed and still
you can't see me
out
here

where letters slow
down where typing
slows down and
letters want to crawl
back up my fingers
from whence
they came

undo close
undo undo undo
nothing happens
and the wound
doesn't close

I have 12 percent
distance
bowl distance
molecules
of masking flood
to the fingers
where the fight has declined
to skin on plastic keys
immune to pressure

the forefinger tip tracing the squarish
key of j
or is it J

Circling definitions feed
on my showing up as
posing weakness
and pieces drift away
like readers

Nice shot
this thought
in this barrel

to be triggered
bayou
by you

knifing again
and again
and and and

carved of time
waiting art
unpaints

a nice picture
executed
perfectly

I want to have a forest
its breath laden
its tongue brambled
and pathed I'll walk
some hearted river
crooked swallow flying
and of time ranging
hills so quiet
small meadows, purple
wild flowers, squirrels
its light; watery webs
and splashes
on surprised leaves
warming still

The difficulty of looking
even here
it is difficult
and I am looking
for the comeback
resonance wherein
I hear me
being this weird poet-y thing
awkward in appreciating
laughing at what no one else hears
the alliteration was delightful
not its social envelope of power

and I command herein
to be naught pressing
so you may be your pressure
unhindered
even welcomed
drawn in
'gainst my own's ok i guess

fashion this geography moot
and i am resting against
the beast of thought
who languidly
of course
thins away