Sputtering
just may be
our true
achievement

Relentlessly
storing
an'
sputtering

Spluging onto
time
eating away
at the future
like acid etching

Do you?
Do you burn?
Do you burn for anything?

Spill your days
in this gutter
be runoff

Set afire
a picture
of life
against
inert dimensions

Hit and fall
fruitlessly
against a wall
become stronger
sharpened
feel the edge on your lips

This
you know
which one
un reveals
your ***** humanity
your willingness
your sympathy

turn a *****
find you
in this happy
horror
aging in disbelief
moi

the lucky few
reliquary of
character
**** plot
living against
the inevitable
flip flop

living in nonsense
like queens
on melting film
passing light
all that remains
pressing forward

into or
against or
dragging
a frame
an instance
this one
this entanglement

those are my pants
no I don't see
where
your *******
went
and am so ok
with that

Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis