Making greater strides through harsh springtime wind and rain, leaving great footprints. D.J. WhisenantRead more "– haiku # 108 –"
Monday does not have to be manic. We are indeed caught up in workplace purgatory. However, we can still smile. We can still laugh. We can still demonstrate teamwork, integrity, brotherhood, and support as we take on Monday, make it a fun day, set the bar high through Sunday, and then one day, when purgatory releases […]Read more "– marvelous on a monday –"
I enter the kingdom, off a twisted journey, off a twisted road. Of food I am thinkin’, while the wheels cool, while my morals go. Parking in The Strip… in Carhops I dip… slice of cheese to go… down a chilly road. Then a sound is speakin’, on a lit corner, from a lighten soul. ~ He […]Read more "– nightfall: the trumpet player –"
Within the big and blue, or in this case, the grand and grey, the fall down prepares its courses. Neither mercy nor remorse can be spotted, leaving the valleys to be flooded and the mountaintops to erode. And as clouds roll over the canvas with passionate rumble and tumble, I think to myself: why do I always misplace my […]Read more "– rain is coming –"
You won’t… claw your talons into me, no you don’t… get to say I’m what you need. For two months… acting like we’re Siamese twins. My cold front… is where this ice storm begins. ~ You’re too delirious; it’s not that serious. Too fast, won’t last, but ’cause you’re so curious… ~ you’re doing the […]Read more "– too close to me –"
A dastardly devil there inside, I get that itch down my spine. A daring demon not left alone, I get that twitch in my bones. ~ Song or silence, labeled and loaded, my feet speak fiercely, wilder perhaps than my work ethic. ~ Peers act like parents, for they just don’t understand. Electric on the main floor, to move […]Read more "– boogie on the day shift –"
Crack of a cold whip, spring hides behind a grey day, childishly in fear. D.J. WhisenantRead more "– haiku # 107 –"