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Lexington Warner Dec 2019
you
not the flower but
the bee kissing
rosebuds, making
living things
bloom

you
no sunrise on
mountains but
the sun
herself, every
flame burning fierce
sploding gainst
the sky

you
not an ocean but
a stream softly
babbling
and rescuing
us,
the lonely
the lost

you
not forever
but tragically
temporary
and every
moment
you are here
i will be
what i am -
the pollen,
the planets,
the wanderer,
the poet -
dedicated to
loving
you
Brycical Sep 2013
She say
         drop the bass

And boom,
like that--
       sitting inside the room
harmonica blues breath smokey tunes
of 'ol trickster death burn a hole through the windows
in the shape of a blinking eye--
mischievous snake smile>>
              cat's eye grinning rhythm spinning around
       and around
           the room with
       spray-paint tagging walls
               and doors and inside drawers

black cat scratches records reckoning the two hip-leopards encircling each other-

ready to pounce, ready to bounce,
wild eye nature heartbeats take control,
               mind off, skin folded on the floor--
                          encircling,
dance spirals 'round the fire in our sun-sploding hearts
hand in hand eyes locked claws frock backs, jaws aghast wide fangs smile with lavender delight as ONE LIGHT builds, ONE LIGHT BRIGHTS glowing inside mind's eyes psych-ed-el-lick;
a song in unison to ONE time, one SPACE ONE MIND ONE
        ONE      
      ONE
zero......
FOX FIRE.
A response to Scarlett Seymour's "to travelers row and holes unclosed," with a little help from the psychedelic sensi herself.

Said poem can be found here..... http://hellopoetry.com/poem/to-travelers-row-and-holes-unclosed/
Dennis Willis May 2019
Right there
I slipped the package
of crackers into the cabinet
and I remembered
doing this before
when the girls
were here
and I had a family
here
crackers

I am a skin floating
inflated by pretense
unseen unpromising
reaching for cabernet
pouring in unfettered
coursing of sound
I abound here

Preaching agin myself
being both sides
Can u feel
the patheticness
the clench
a constriction
the hollow
caves you in

I'll trade this 2am
sploding
this ascendant binge
this holding open

Skin I pass against
sings sometimes
I wonder
at my sensual dishevelment
of sheets
lattices of caress
cascade

This cavalcade
this spectacle
staged live before
my very eyes

begs a listen
grasping a feel
of yesterday's ****
throbbing Robin
flying

and you are similar
only a simulation
my idea of a reader
squirming at the bar
sitting on heat
needing used

Wondering at
the trenches we've dug
to be filled in

the anger over
not being
smiled at
by you

Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

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