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Dennis Willis Mar 21
what do i bring into the world
with this life

being a wave breaking
into time
like it
has the candy

tomorrows taste
of *** and feasts
accomplishments
and rewards
and hoards
of what i fear
and desire

can't be resisted
and you can't even
drag your feet
to slow
this midnight's
mad rush down

time fronts
like weather fronts
collide
before, now and later
smashing out
an interface on which
i vibrate
and take tea

blackberry citrus
if you must know
an orchestration
takes in
a vibration
and changes
it's tune

playing out  
an evening
as if i had
a bow
and could
sway a world

being a wave
breaking
full of unknowing
wanting time
to make a sound
for me
say
ah, you brought it
Dennis Willis Mar 14
i never know
what i mean
know what
i mean
you see
i'm not meant
to know
what i mean

some lobe aware
of my awareness
shapes my now
by feeding it
breadcrumbs
manufactured
and lined up
for my perception
as it were

and i think
i'm writing
this line
whilst if I had
been all of me
i'd know
i'm a reporter

erstwhile of course
when i say
let's go this way
we are already
enacting
and i am unsure
of my weight

and what part of me
silently
pulling strings
knowing themselves
I wants
I have wide ranging
stupidities
and unsupervised
fantastic ideas
dancing with
confusing urges

just another sign
thee entrained vibe
originated
from a string pulled
and a call made
so other is unmade

your interaction here
your entanglement
if you are dancing
somewhere with vowels
spelled out aye aye
is preluded after all
May I sell you your death
in a modern well engineered
and beautifully packaged
with extraordinary attention
product

That takes advantage of some
physiological need wired in
your puny mind can't resist
like sugar like salt like derriere

and then i will call myself
a successful man, a hero
and build monuments of ***
to myself just so  you know
pride
I hold ink in a strainer
wearing a rice paper robe
in time nothing is written
while stars steamroll pasts

I've condensed my thinking
into prized rocks of empty
you can fill them perhaps
with pity or awe or aww

Just as long as you fill them
even with some scarce thought
about good good morning
or a knowing **** smile

know one saw every thing
apart in a confusing manner
right when you said I know
about all of this mayhem too
I give advice
I don't take
advice
I am laughing
My advice is
a little to the
left
would work better
right
I know I know
I should read more
say less
pray

i say  more
read less
curse

except there
are moments
where things
occur

that i am for
and I
rise and
resolve

like
a movable
flood barrier
rises

otherwise
i like it
am of
less than
noticeable
lines
there are sentences
hunting me
unsatisfied

with their final form
saying
i quit on them

stanzas marching
around
hoping to stumble

upon meaning
glorious
meaning

unaware
of their bare cell
in a table

who imagines
me scrivening
desperately

for no one
will ever
page thru

these rows
hopeless
and knowing

sown on
imaginary
white ground

unsettled salt
embodying
being not
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