Here we go
Poets
Here we go

There's a left brained
world out there
needs righting

A discoloration
on all our hearts

Guilt
from the golden age
of **** tomorrow's
I'm not listening
I don't have to

The illusory I
meets the web of life
in our time.

Plinkers of words
with long tenuous connections
to hearts

Plink harder

This willingness
to think
under things

This willingness
to lay aggression
in beautiful lines

This refusal
to not be
*****

This refusal
to not
monkeying around

This quiet play
This finding our way
This Am i ok?

This is our work
This is our play

Now get out there and poesy

Time for this part
of all of us
to get unlost



Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis