Done with this
Done with being
this person

Don't know if I need to make space
for the new tenant

or they  just
fill in

around the detritus
(does anyone but poets
use this word?)
of today's me

exploding in bits
*******
dishonor in luxury

**** me
and you
maybe not you

tho

you are really
very nice

aren't you?
it's that one next to you

done with
done with
done with

I so love
the drama
of being

at the
end
edge
never and ever
land

the heroic rise
is in my eyes

i get above
all

anxiety falls

the black engine
falters

blondes and brunettes
swoon

has anyone ever swooned
for real? (write and tell me please)

what i am done with
me

being me

then seeing me
beeing me

ah

close my eyes
this **** habit

open

what am I done with?
these bad habits?

nope
it's just these keys

begging for pressing
the satisfying clicking has momentum
draws the tips magnetically

and you
what presses
the keys
in turn

are you done with this shallow version
are you done with this thin living
are you done with this noise

and i turn away as if
a chord is struck in my neck

and this
a great breath
of chilled night air
bares its breast

and November falls to
December

I am not warm
here

I can find you
if necessary

revoke
something

and look away

you'll sit
swilling ink

and we'll all draw on this pool
of fettered blossoms

role it thin
cut shapes

bake, butter, serve
the unnerving

side of right now
where you must

be done with this
and you know why

Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis