Cold, calm, but clueless, mirror cracking like thin ice, freezing in the sun. D.J. WhisenantRead more "– haiku # 132 –"
… my bro, my brother, orange and green – that seems to be the colors we bleed – where do we place our hearts now… where do place our hearts? … a dream, a dream, an American dream – that seems to be a star out of reach – are we reaching too far into the […]Read more "– the same nightmare –"
“End it,” I tell myself, lying like only I can. Lost and found without your help, I screw up my plan. Oh me, oh me oh my, thirsty and always too dry. Time has fluttered right on by, 25 new ways to cry. All the online stalking… bike rides to the Milf… births to ev’ry […]Read more "– all the honesty I can give –"
Are you anxious for daybreak? Are you perky, pumped, and awake? Are you being well-fed? Are you discovering words unsaid? Are you “talking” to someone, finding sparks in the heated action? Is she making you happy? Is he making you whole? Are you plotting out your plans? Are you scheming silent towards “the man”? Are […]Read more "– happier –"
Worlds are shattering, and not just my own, pieces of reason on the floors of these old homes. Vacuum, o vacuum, where art thou this eve? Clean these messes once more and then take our leave. Lives are crumbling, and not just my own, bits of the blowback from the action of our bones. Sweep […]Read more "– another cleaning poem –"
One of my nephews is eleven years younger than me, held him in my ailing arms at week two or three. Moods running a mile or so when I was a teen. What a diff’rent race to run now he himself 16. One of my nephews is eleven years younger than me, spitting image of […]Read more "– eleven year difference –"
I’m not panicking, not panicking; watch my pulse run steady… my heartbeat far from heavy – is this a flatline? Faith is back again, on the map again, giving as I’m getting… for laughter just won’t let me… rehash tears of mine. It will turn around, even with no U-turn. It will come around, all […]Read more "– in due time –"