Hey Man
You got me
Like You Always
Had me


It must be written in Stone.

.. to go
today
to get there

I have to
get there
.........

...between us
I used as a safe zone

it was really
a weapon

and we were really
at war
.......

....in my story
unbeknownst to me
I wasn't here
......

...between me
and Ok me
and effin
amazing me
.......

...I was given
to cross
..........

....and I got lost
..........

....where all the lines cross
I could get there
When I do
they are never crossed

...I am closer now
though


Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

Non sense fills void
better than anything else

and foreshadows
the outcome

No sense wrestling
these sounds down

to pale patois
of pretty pushes

when the page
is a sieve catching

eyes and what falls
from them

eyes emptied
heart emptied

shaken out like a trash can
On Tuesday

I read
Oak leaves

Under my porch light
they tell me no one has left

recently

I tell them
no one is here

anymore
to leave


Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

Censored

My shadow follows me everywhere,
A constant companion in the light.
Sometimes striding ahead,
Sometime pushing behind,
Often to the left ...or right.

In the dark playing hide and seek,
Appearing just to scare.
Just when I drift past some street lamp.
And then annoyed I stop and glare,
Standing there with arms folded,
Like it's rude to stare.

Often there to entertain the kids,
My shadow on the wall.
They squeal with delight,
As my shadow makes  dragons tall.
In the end I suppose,  
I would be lost without my shadow,
Nothing to link me to this world.

I say
i am anxious.
Worried.
Sad.
He tells me, many feel that way. Many
go through this. Many
find there's a way out.
Riding through.
And i know he means the anxiety and worry and sadness
that is handled.
I wonder if
my eyes still hold traces of year long stretches of depression. If
my face is lined in all the places anxiety set itself in. If
my jaws and temples and cheek bones speak. If
the tenderness of my belly still serves to remind of three overdoses. if
my heartbeat tells its story in its endless ceaseless rhythm.
I want to just press him close so he can hear for himself
what i cannot
yet
say.