All my exes live in Texas – oops, I mean Downey, never frowning, with the wisdom to know in one hand when it’s time to let go of the other palm. All my exes are the bestest; no more guesses o’er whom it’s for – my love who understood and stands to always keep it […]Read more "– the ex best thing –"
September ’16, dehydrated and deranged, emergency in Bridgeport as I call Elliott’s name. September ’15, dangling for some kind of dollar, new to the east coast, old ha- bits are dying harder. September ’14, windowmaker on the move, I stuff and clean my youth away but get into the groove. September ’13, not even in […]Read more "– years and years –"
Breakfast in the break room, what do I do? Eat slim, wheat thins, skimming off food. Breakfast in the break room, who do I see? Mohammed, or Abdul, speaking to me. “How do you do? What do you do in L.A.?” I told him ‘walk and write just a little bit.’ “That’s cool; I hope […]Read more "– mohammed put a curse on me –"
The most warm weather, like mermaids to the rescue, COME IN WITH THE WAVES. D.J. WhisenantRead more "– haiku # 137 –"
The skin, the teeth, the limbs, the feet, the silence, the retreat, the patterns, the remedy, the pride, the sexuality, the wishy-washy masculinity, the lust, the dreams, the tug-of-war with energy… the journey to loving me – where is the tunnel’s end? ~ ~ D.J. WhisenantRead more "– ongoing –"
All I can think of within the confinement of these wide open spaces: seclusion. survival. beauty. curiosity. wonder. accomplishment. Sunday, a sunny day, a sun ray for me and only me, from the Valley through to Beverly, a surefire remedy. Where are these pure thoughts when needed the rest of the week? ~ ~ […]Read more "– canyon –"
Let my balls hang freely almost like my country’s flag… how hilarious the notion. ~ ~ D.J. WhisenantRead more "– no underwear thursday –"