currents of whiskey
stir up maudlin sediment –
a barfly sobbing
currents of whiskey
stir up maudlin sediment –
a barfly sobbing
I didn’t have time to prepare a post for today because I was on the phone with tech support for over an hour. It was regarding a troublesome issue I’ve been having with my anti virus software. I did, however, scribble this nonsensical picture on my paint program to help pass the time while I was on hold. I call it, Death by Ennui.
Today’s haiku was inspired by a memory I have of playing in a baseball tournament down in Cincinnati, Ohio. I was seventeen – a pretty good shortstop, but certainly not a Major League prospect. There were several guys on other teams who had attracted scouts from Division I colleges, and there was a pitcher who had caught the attention of a few professional organizations – I think the Royals and the Reds.
They came equipped with radar guns, and they pointed them at the pitcher as he was warming up in the bullpen. Someone’s dad peeked over the shoulder of a scout and said the gun registered at 91 mph. I didn’t believe it until I stepped up to the plate and saw his fastball firsthand.
the pitcher winds up,
he’s a titan in pinstripes –
a blur sizzles by
a southerly breeze
singing through the willow tree
as summer drifts by
the first thunderclaps,
like cannons in the distance –
we brace for the storm
bellows stoke the forge,
hammer and anvil begin
to shape glowing steel
Yesterday at work, the heat and humidity really started to bother me. I thought I’d post this picture to remind myself what Winter feels like in the Midwest.
When I was a kid, I saw a large number of ants moving in an endless circle. At the time, I didn’t know anything about the phenomenon. Years later, my biology teacher told me army ants are blind, so they navigate by following the scent of a pheromone trail. If they lose the scent, they begin following one another in a circle. Eventually, they will die of exhaustion.
ants march mindlessly
in never ending circles
to oblivion