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Hans Peter May 2022
I know you'll have your fun
I know you'll have your laughs
so I'll keep this short and sweet
confined to a few paragraphs

I'll be thinking of you, of course
I'll be wishing you were here
I'll be thinking of our bagels
Black Russians with a schmear

I know you'll be okay
I know that so will I
but still my day is always better
when I catch you in my eye
Though this baby boomer,
     (who didst roam man
upon this Earth
     since the year
mcmLix) does not
**** sitter himself
a political activist his wear
re: some ness, particularly

     with chronic setbacks
     inaugurated by President
Donald Trump, an in volunteer
re: response, (asper just
     the faintest hint
of a smile) veer
really played itself across
my countenance un bear

ably impossible to depress, repress,
     and/or suppress, upon
     gleaning America Online
     cover headline indicating
Representative Beto O’Rourke,
a (Texas Democrat) care
fully, sir up **** hiss lee,
     reportedly, and quietly

     considering a 2020 grab
     for White House
commander in Chief chair
met with Barack Obama dare
ring political polls
to hedge intimation,
though true motives unclear
that said progressive

     former named person
(from Lone Star State)
might be seriously sincere
conjoining what promises
     to be a dynamically
hearty, lucky, and plucky
solution to uptear,
the present woebegone crisis

     of dreadlock, gridlock, and
     padlock stasis, the political
     ship of state (Leviathan
     countenanced by Thomas Hobbes
     circa 1651) pitching
     United States government
     upon reprehensible threshold
     inching the Doomsday Clock

closer than ever to thermonuclear
global mortal kombat triggering
unset of unstoppable subnuclear
barrage in record time (mere
minutes transforming the
world wide web into
     many a schmear
compromising most all life

     into a bajillion bits
     of pulverized powder,
guaranteeing the demise,
     sans **** sapiens,
     and thus no
Santa Claus to steer
the motley crue
     of feisty reindeer,

this above mentioned dissolution,
     would sadly, unfortunately,
     wretchedly remove queer
as well the straight
     sexually oriented persons matter,

would become reconstituted
into surprise show stopping premiere
of some alternate lifeform,
     no doubt signalled
     with at least one outlier
or maybe even a noncareer mutineer!
Dennis Willis Jan 2019
God the tears
wrenching themselves
from me
the past
dying
with all of its
appurtinances

wire pulled from
the gelatinous
stuff of my life
and it lets go
of form

see me nowwww...

grasp nothing
to your breast
while it runs
through your fingers
into your shoes
to squish
with every
step

a smear of time
with dry cereal
a schmear of leftovers
in a brown
bag
of soggy right now

this permanent
pregnancy of doubt
a blade
turning the soil
of our hearts
borning lines
burning lines



Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis
Mateuš Conrad Mar 2018
it's what they called
                              the ashes from
         the mass cremation
of living things...
well, auschwitz is
and was near cracow...
but that's what
the people called it...
         siwy śnieg....
imagine
     living in a city,
             occupied by the khaki
monstrosity...
       having agitated france...
         khaki:
  that diarrhoea attire...
             grey snow...
because that's how
  siwy śnieg is translated as...
old, ka-pi-tal....
                        kāpít'āl...
            because why should warsaw
matter more than cracow?!
            kraken schmear!
                  scuttling,
or as the octopus gave man the ink...
       the story still remains...
when the khaki brigade
burned those jews,
the people of cracow thought
it was snowing,
              as the grey snow fell
onto the streets...
          forgetful,
                of what became:
                       human remains.

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