Rest is my devil, a work that is never kind, a timeless terror. D.J. WhisenantRead more "– haiku # 112 –"
Dark household, steaming in the hour of a summer eve, and truth be told, I’m steaming in the shower of a messy me. Noisy fans sound the only voice other than my own; I understand sounds of silence that voice my heart alone. ~ It’s not the end of me; I’m not dead, but what’s here […]Read more "– turn a light on –"
I should feed my piggy bank more, make my financial bed more tasty. I should not leave my mother behind; the neighborhood is more of a war zone than ever. I should return to my old job; it’s summertime, and the livin’ ain’t so easy. I should not even try to pursue the siren, for I’ll […]Read more "– running out of reasons –"
July 22, 2015 -I’ve had this keyboard for at least 15 years and I’m just now learning how to play it… Jesus take the wheel. Breaking down the wall, a sharp black and white, it’s time to play the catch-up game and make the sacrifice. So lock me up, won’t you please box me up, ’cause […]Read more "– control the keys –"
Ophelia… I feel for you, ’cause maybe Papa doesn’t care the way he should. If he did, you’d be more than a blip, on the radar of each convo we had after so long. Ophelia… tell me it’s true, that Dad wants to spend his final hours with you. If it were so, you’d be more than a […]Read more "– ophelia –"
Dare to dream… and one day you’ll own. Dare to move… down the broken road. Dare to think… so that you will know. Just in case though – keep your cover down low. ~ See the vultures soaring high now? Fake eagles, they’re the dirty birds. As you cruise through, don’t be shy now, but […]Read more "– down low –"
Just a couple clicks of my sneaky, squeaky mouse and the exposure of not-so-tiny tidbits of personal data, and I set up my return to the modern age. Heaven help this anti-social heart of mine. ~ ~ D.J. WhisenantRead more "– back to being social –"