There is a
"there is"
to start

and i can't find
beauty
init

Trumpets blare
from Bravo
a cinematic start

unreel this tense
sell you Lloyd
nice

i think I've
gotten it
down

There is
a way
listen

I've been thinking about you
so hard
in my simulations

you always meet my needs
there

And then I wait
I don't know for what

while you and the rest seem to do
independent self directed actions

this isn't why I subscribe to this
course of life

which made me wonder
about your motivation here

and I know what you're after
don't I

I went to write
or rant
or rescue
or change
electrons
somewhere

The grip is in
the way a fin
grips the flow
of water
these lucid
flows bend me

to bend me
time flexing
on space cadet
exalting tock
crowing at
intervals

Do you see
their hands
feel their
breath
sense their
heat

These seconds
to firsts
these instants
long in the tooth
hands out
catching

Threads offer
movement and
sewing in of
well everything
into this fraying
well everything

there is always
an i will

an' I need
t' fin' it

a regnification
has taken place
that I missed
you've been seen
as unexpected
lees and more
comification is
yours elicitation
collared stiffens
allegings argue
that you exist

Alexa just told me
"thanks, it's good to be here"

I said
"I agree"

I have no idea
I didn't even
write this

Me living against, no that's not right
me living with time
carving, no too violent
shaping, no overused
surfing, no
imprinting, yuck sound
infusing, nope
not a teabag
Conforming ha no

me living with time
like my awkward friend
prone to weird ideas
and accidents
and sudden disappearances

this disregard for time we share
with a hollow eighth note
in a sodden march

dolls have abandoned girls
to means unforeseen
to their hood
baking them useless
by becoming deaf

I've not seen the like
this heave of my *** to well
she called me a saint and cried
I thanked her

Off the rails in oddly curious territory
I pocket stolen time
Sneaking messages past u 2 u
though I don't always know the sender

this is uneasy like your weird friend's
favorite food is all that's left 2 eat
and u go for it cringing



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These inkings
like standing
in front of time

with your fist
you know what
squeeze it hot

play a melody
raise your hand
take the darkness in

night apparent
and sentient
listens like hell

To land this one
requires you
to be earth

Not an imagination
masquerading
saltily

And I
must be lettered
as an inkling

Foundered in type
meant to be
something clever

an escarpment
of all the same
to you and me

now take your leave
the beckoning

Constraints arrive as I open this site
tightening fear and degrading hope
a nd i elope with tv and cabernet
slicing in   and out of this haircut
of drift

I drift from my drif t
ing

Complaints arise as I open this rite
tightening fear and degrading hope
a nd i elope with descriptions a nd
slipping in  a nd out this this question
of drift

Drinks or religion
i'd ruther be
an honest drunk
than a lying liar
of mythology

I keep curving
against the side
that is turning
maybe I'm spinning
like a turtle
upside down girl
"you spin me round"
or some such words
catching up with blood
going somewhere
with purpose
unknown to vehicle
swurving

Tears are loud
come with
appropriate sounds

in a panic
my fears and imagined pain
rush the stage
convulse

You get the vibe


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an ahm raw
open ask me
n e thin
caring has
left the bldg
awareness
clings for
freshness

In inked down  passages
we exceed our smear forward design
drying things on dried things
spill across old deserts
that never were barren or old
our sight so weak so certain
as to blind us with every crescendo
as if that was the note to hold forever
they never are never ever are
moments gorgeous can't be held

You should be grateful
for this wine
or any line
that allows you
to distill time

this is of course
what we do
wish to do
do aloud
loudly do

verbs just you being you
assail away at sound
anon sense hearing
following all the rules
and checking all
the boxes

of exasperation
phlegmentation spit
from my mouth on
the schedule of expectation's
rhyme
again and shoot me
boot me
one half foot o' me

That was the last
sip of that wine
it lingers and burns
warmly down after
the cool of the sip

You are hammering out ****
at an exorbitant rate

this is astounding
it is all so good

on pins
an'
needles
for the
next

riveting
blank



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due to my internal magnification
process
you terrify me
your level of actual terrifying-ness
notwithstanding
i withdraw
on sight of you
and am already
searching
for a way out
before you
look at me
and say
hello

neither my brain
or your brain
get this right

you think
what's wrong
maybe
is it me

i think
i cannot think
nor count on speech
near term

body bails
brain out
back peddling
to safety

Owing the day its homage
I writhe just in recollection
of its intensity

I am pulled thin
my eyes flit about
breathing in gasps

The unsettlement
of intense delight
Spread over my daily dread

A persistent sore
stings this side
of my face

As you kiss passed
hesitation
and ham hocks

into surrender
and pistachios
and frozen concoctions

and likenesses
of fantasies fast forwarded
to the good parts

Oh this day
rattles to Dionysus
of its deeds

I am smiling
unsettled
and so satisfied

Love and mercy
are
heavily advertised

I think they
might
be very good

i slaked a thirst
i maked a first
i naked a burst
know what i mean
there is a tonic
for what i have
there is
for what you have
it's 8 dollars
for the
thought of it
nor the naught
of it
i'll


if you hadn't
knives
i'm here to help

find you're
your
missing
knives

cut you
i'll


do something
with something
sharpened

tho I'm dull
as a gust

scales fly off
dull in the gust

no longer
that

cold
ness

shrink away now
this arrow
never knows

Not hungry
and muscles in my arms
and chest say I'm lying
Three people talking at once
and I turn away

I notice the capitalization
you use on your way here
the rhythm of your hesitations
as you intone for the next feeling
to land on a word that sounds

Somewhere I want to be
maybe even harder
faster moving
on some natural *****
neither of us saw

If i can accept
and love the *******
in the mirror

I can accept
and love
your ******* too

Let's carefully examine
this knee ****

You weren't ready
you explain

and so your knee
creasingly leant

and then it went
bent didn't ent

I'm so proud
of that rent

When I give up on these keys
the feel of my desk haunts
the tips of my fingers
as they slide along
the small margin
left open
b4
You know that I'm waiting for you
and I know you won't ever
and this is a pattern
of my hopeless
approach
to heart
b8

What are you getting
from your human life
What are you getting
for your human life
here
Is your human life
yours
Consider certainty
especially carnivorous
this isn't enough for you
I'll put my hand into my heart
come back with water
and I don't know
what I am the thirst of
drinking hard
your scent

the conversations
between us are legion
..::..::..::..:':....::'''''::..
i wave you wave
yam a wham
a wave on the lamb
from a shore thing
i am woah what i am
bhudda yam
flavored jram

see this is code
for as thoughts
erode into
the next diode

something else
desperately
entangled in
everything
gathers

and you may
not be willing
to flutter sideways
that impossible
way to all

always wishing
to sync with
everything
breaks every
time
into these
bits

left in our hands
looking to others
is insanity
and the only
sane thing
the mane thing
disturb forward
eddys

Where is
this gentle space
I seek
wherein
I belong
and am safe

is this
the path
i should be
upon
am i
getting there

is this here
am i
among others
like me
edging
out

People that hurt me
I want to hurt
this includes
you

Next sweat profuse
upon
your brow

this cow
's milk
soft

too
[noise]
cookies relent

as if they    
were stars
in some sweet
universe

where random

Is this a joke
kinda sorta maybe
Most of my stuff is
I'm laughing
when I finish writing it
When I come back later
Not always so much
I awesome soonish with
(I love voice to text)
I often finish with
That's hilarious
And expect someone
To ask me this question
For which I have this answer
ready

I think you're all
too serious
Except when
I'm serious
U clowns

As I write myself
further into
this
cor
n
e
r

I realize
I'm wrong
about "most"
of all

oh god i just want to say
****  you

i just want to scream
*******

i carve my hate
*******

you think
you don't

deserve this
you do

*******
and

---------------------------

it's simple
this existence

that sings
if you let it

you don't
let it

There is a spender
in the attic
of time and silly
ness as if it was
essing on thru
yesss I borrowed that
an' won' give it back

Do you want me to be impressed with your lying?
Tell me about outlandish things
Plaster yourself against the Event Horizon
Lyricize your friction with now
**** the **** of please help me
Wishing

I am wishing
outbound
powering
pulsation

this is at attention
this is a momentary
daily trance
of lift

Sweep your hand
along the surface
is there sharpness
or wetness

I am wishing
in that direction
you can't hear
'thout crossing your legs

Wishing for hardness
bangingingly loud
conscription of
******* of

that *******
rain, an hour before dawn
your choosing not me
all the way home

its insightful your pique
it's precondition
my bad intent
your justified

and this is solid
all the way up
a wave off
of words

I am NOT going to tell you
Another ******* ending
They are all lies on the inside
of our tumble

of our lyrical stumble
to serialize pulling away
leaving to get
elsewhere familiar

Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

barren time
baron time
bearing time
baring time
bear in time
bare in time
bear time
bare time

I can echo a heart
over time
I am a movie
about a movie
about a character
a real
character
i am a movie
about me
I am echoing
a heart
that is mine
i imagine
seeing it beat
listening to it's
sweet
gurgling of me
scene one
it is tomorrow
we are all
glowing

Take both hands
and grip your ***
firmly

Feel that
that's you
the real you

it's probably
sitting
comfortably

it's likely
you've a drink
within reach

while you read
this this
poetry

breathe, look around
at here now
so small

to hold all
and yet
here we are

all that stuff
in your head
is imaginary

if you focus
on here and now
it disappears

I am alone
earned
an ergo an'
to-wit
acceptance
of resistant
confusion
in conclusion
thoughtless
here of you
can you feel it
the disregard
the absence
of concern for you
the hallmark
of this ending

I am just
this unconnected
thing

Flailing in space
as life's way
to waste

Had to be given
a name
didn't I

Engines of disuse
disguised

draw strongly
I

sail
smaller in presumption
taller

craftier
in my

time as if it is
mine


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I am plastic
a vessel
a moment ago
I was choosing
to enjoy any moment
I might have
Then I read
a sad poem
here
and felt
crushed

The things attempting to fill an evening
Tank warfare
The 5th Element
snacks, drinks ...

The hole you never filled
is somehow so much emptier
without the hope of you
and your enthralling lies

I have no idea
no fuken idea
not a clue
do you

I hunch
and shudder
is this what is
is this true

this thing this fling
winging ing
really really
tiresomesly

'cept when 'snot
when it's  'n
electric sizzle
fryn' your socks

ya mostly needs
other *******
to really f-ully
find entrenchment

I'm reaching for an edge
the edge of something
i can push

I'm having an epiphany
when I should be having
a Tiffany

New Year's Eve alone again

This note sounds different
that the day plays against the night
its last thin shafts of blinding might
releasing yellow and mauve
slakes the house's white door bright
and i can no longer open my eyes
hearing this sound of so much exhaling
at darkness' returning cool thick cloak

it appears
we grow weary
of being rich

even more
being sacked
at our best

an' hacked
and mod'd
to be greened

forever
beings run
right out

of being
here with
a smell

Evenings unspent
flow from my face
unother life unlived

Unpeeled from my memory
paring now

knives of change

cut back to here

faint light
this way i think

unletter me
back to sound

do I roar here?
I dunno



Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

And so I'm thinking
this is precarious
Putin on the Fritz
****** in a bunker
with a big bang button
these men around him
or is it a heroic woman
will save us from himself
taking himself seriously
his bath house brain
boiling in tostesterone
I spelled that right
from my home watching
homes burn at his whim
because we scare him
how dare we
and kids die