Scene… Wordin Avenue… night- time in east Connecti- cut. Steam… from my corner view… no starry sky I do re- gret… ’cause ~ this could be the last walk I… take, as someone could be ’round the block to… break all my limbs, steal my loot, strip me to my birthday suit, so I pass […]Read more "– who’s more dangerous? –"
Awkwafina spits out the gold, under a festive moon. Frank the Tank lights up my soul with each song he croons. Mark & Mel are welcoming, here in the early morn. Ghia nourishes me and company as the weekend’s born. I ~ dance my life away with a beer in my hand. I’m a karaoke superstar, no microphone stand. It’s the way […]Read more "– nights in queens, mornings in brooklyn –"
I’ve sat in much silence, plotting some final moves… from drowning in rivers, to jumping off ragged roofs. Then, a light creeps through the window, some air flows through the cracks, and my silence turns too loud, for I ain’t proud of this climax, for it ~ shouldn’t have gone this damn far in my head, thinking […]Read more "– let it pass through –"
No winds sweeping through, such an alarming signal in a new haven. D.J. WhisenantRead more "– haiku # 114 –"
No… consequence… unchained from innocence – breaking ground rules… playing someone’s gui- tar… guitar, while singing along. All… time well spent… with little to no common sense – in kiddie pools… roaring inside a bar… a bar, and drinking so strong. ~ Skinny dipping Saturday, his shorts just ain’t tight… hanging tough one bloody Sunday six stories high… […]Read more "– fearless little bastard –"
Facing the truth of this new war, I stroll to the shoreline and witness just what I need for battle. The waves I see are unwavering, even more so with rays of gold smiling upon them. The rocks I walk upon are unforgiving, maintaining the masculinity of godly men. However… the oxygen I take in is […]Read more "– by the sea –"