A Poem by Dennis Willis

I am the spark of now
clench your shoulders
to my current running
from your neck to your waist

breathe to my need
of being alive electric
the fuse to the bomb
in old movies burning

that sizzling sound is me
in now staying on the wet wave
of is this where ahm 'posed tabee
soreee this undertow has me

salt is left making its crusted mark
and summer straddles now like a buck
no knowing if i'm past or future
cataloging and clever ahm lost

this bur ning of time at a rate
this useless churning in distraction
that you are not real not even
unpeeled your reaction contained 

© 2020 Dennis Willis

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Added on January 29, 2020
Last Updated on January 29, 2020


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