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

something wants
a poem
something al-
ways wants
a poem i
am a
bad muse's horse
ridden
like the sick
pale nag
on which i
rag on

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

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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

if i am just a song
singing
about what went
wrong-ing
I should change
my tune
ing
poetry
goon
ing

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



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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

Relieved and reminded
todays end

limited series
dug in or no

C
U

This line right here
will save me

I read the science on you
why "you do the things you do"
it made all the sense saying
you get a kick out of being cruel
this skin gets in its licks sticks
***** of pain and confusion
in your plans for *******
this channel surfing these pizza
commercials and c-minus movies
this squirming is unbecoming
and I know you know the tv
is too loud the lean is too proud
on you
leans
on you
as if you were real
in some sense close
personal friends
with me
something i wish could be
you might be in your robes
inking knives to be used
as smiles or dollar signs
or horns on a clown car
just before we all get out

Everything always
falls thru
with you

'mi unfair
or unreasonable
here

Alone
considering the odds
from new angles

and realizing
with a cold clarity
it's unnecessary

As
Are
We

And the soul's
So what
Rings

I answer
I dunno
Lines form at the rear

Hands up
me
pick me

I'm the one
right
about this

Cheeks to be turned
Beds attended
Growling fed

Time is uncertain
In the tale
It tells of you

I am listening
sometimes flipped
feeling certain

'Bout
what was thought
Crazy




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This voice is looser
than something
I spoke with afore

This neck is canted
toward like dousing
for alliteration

Reaching inside and out
the flesh as if they wave
themselves as one lick

Of one day really a moment
like a cathedral at sunrise
the moment the glass

Digging for fearlessness
in tears
an' temptation

Finding I don't care
protecting
lies and gloating

I read another poet on here
who seems to think like I do

Extensive brain damage
Is more common
Then one might think

I have the Bliss
Of the dog
With his head out the car window

And the firehose of smells
Up his happy nose

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I have a movie to make
Stars are beautiful young women
You seem surprised
I have a farce to make
Stars are beautiful young women
Don't be surprised
I have a
thing to see
Capitalization of body parts
I have an attitude to portray
Without pants
I have you
Poetic wants
Nothing has something
Held dear
Clutching
What are you
I am an answer
To what's next

I am a space
bar of expansion

Press press press
I am pushed
Inside you

Masterfully managed
to be alone again
doing what I'm good at

I'll just keep myself busy
same old indulgences
to keep me company

these deflating things
in my head and chest
**** hurricane

The exigencies of solace
touch can be a        
starvation

skin can be a
master

this rigid muscle
in my back
needs talked down

i am fallen
and rolling
down

out of need
to just see
up

a sandwich of things
i would devour
with the right wine
with or without wine

what am i eating
that blinks
my own eyes
that i pull close

and concentrate
counting swirls
making whirls
which I voice

its time i say
its timing i say
while we converse
in a room that never

It's just a click or two to exit
once you've been done in
when in the jaws do you
cast your blood in hope

thin asks in as a paint
over hungers and needs
prevalent enough now
to be expected fabrications

of foursomes of get togethers hot
and not approved or understood
in that sense in that stupid overlay
you represent upon your very odor

smell that what is that i know that
smell that's that's that's mom
that's home that's dad and mom
workin' and bein' and ruttin' here

I can't unravel that
I shan't un-travel that
your lips your eyes
closed closed closed
are these now knowin'
your ever anger isn't
overcome is set aside
awaiting my act

a souring day breaks
like water
bears malice
from time past
conserved for now's
temerity to be new
that's grasped down
fast

lest escapes happen
of now
without ideological
grip of dead eyes
for beauty

How waiting
until the last moment
focuses you



Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

So some savant thing
should be said
to close this evening
this weekend
this chapter
of this
saga

****

is what comes to mind
and I laugh maniacally
at my own
word

The dogs eyeball me
and slink off to bed
snoozlers
decide to get a drink first

and I alight along
this cool molecule night
resting its terrors
in the darkened corner

I look at my fists
dreamily

The product of a moment
open eyes
I have
so many more
to open

Abstergasm again
you know how
that feels
No pretending

I've my socks half off
the way you hate

And i know
it's too late

I've just encountered
a ufo

unforgettable
female ohmy

that's a thing
i decided

i just can't say
your name

nothing fits your
angles and lines

except ****
goodbye

I can write
more poems
than you
can read
so there
I believe
that means
I win
hah

The fork finds its place
In the rack
To be cleaned

Arriving now  
upon the back-lit tarmac
broken sticks
and wire

remnants talking
unceasingly
settling down moments
misread

into alliteration
assonance
consonance
just sound slipping

the moors of meaning
cavorting 'cause
an' circumstance 'nta
something akin to flavor

even more things
to swallow
to fallow
to follow down

At the hospital listening
45 minutes non stop
95 year old
unreeling

I watch her eyes
as she talks
Will this guard against
My unraveling

These stories made me
She thinks they'll keep her
Says when I get home
She doesn't know yet

I know and smile
wonder how I'd
drag my unknowing feet
away on instinct

from oblivion
with recitation
of my stories
yeah this is me

I dare you to fade this

Driving this inebriated body around
thinking about how that sounds
in your  head in your bounds

Do you leap up at
What do you leap up at
Is leaping up still a thing in you

Turn, do you have a turn
will you take a turn at this
ode to the things in the way

yay, they are us, we are one
holding on for dear life
that opposition you see

me falling away grasping at you
while you ask why do I run
and I am here *** falling away

I am smitten
by you
an what you like

you *******
you
you

dissonant *****
of noise
and running time

crashing
crashing against
I am shore

I r emember
the Jersey
shore

you've no idea
what wave
you surf

what distance
exists
twe  en solids

these boundaries
we hate are necessarily
for now until

your nerves rattle
the planet
and we falls

Love and life are transient
damaged
by fasteners of fear



Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

I'm successful
I have my **** together
I'm not alone
You'll read this far

What are your favorite
lies to tell?

It's tough to radiate energy
when your local medium buckles

there you are in your petri dish
suitably decorated or not

and you are glowing
and extending

when what you are in
wrinkles up

***
ikr

/

Fear affords a shallow life
of hesitant connection
and wearying wariness

Delusions in all
of our great minds
blind us

to these quiet moments
of great beauty
reading poetry

Whilst whipping
across time on a galaxy's
flung out arm

Dear Verse
I have to thank you for today
especially for today

no need to go into detail
or name names
there are names

and you know now
without naming
the feelings I am

Viewed through a shallow liquid
Your beauty is blurred
Or is something else
Blurred into Beauty

Is the shallow liquid
Tears or tea or tequila
And the viewer
Hidden in a nest

Of deeper imaginings
That is to say shallow
you smile and elbow on
As if this aligned with

Feeling that feeling that way
Sorry
Feeling this way
Pinballing your way here

Riccocheting off raw nows
to some any other numb now
where opinions leap filling
spaces with instant foam

At the mouth of who r u
again really still why
Aren't you quite weary
The soldiering on

I don't wish to be in
Your regiment or mine
This discovery Sublime
Capitals not mine

I get a sensuousness
from certain molecules
taken in
another week
is ink
and skin
skin is the thing
that is in
do you have
any
oh the need
for skin is great

I have scribbled an array of variables
tho the number of dimensions
is indeterminate
so the address
of that feeling
(0)(1)(2)(abandonment
doesn't compute
keys stick hesitate
as this is close
one more just one more
so i return to the start

from the array i resolve
you know its true this listening we do
arteries of thought hardening in camps

i narrate from cell to cell a tale somehow
somehow never anything at all wound around

i just have these minutes and i'm being here
at once rectifying and stultifying just fying really

a parade we are waving to a smaller time
when fewer things said fewer things to us