The Shining Spring Sun Serenades Philosophical Poetry

Hi, it’s Baron Wolfman. I hadn’t heard anything from inside the Werehouse for such a long time I had a look in this morning, and Andy Wolfhol was nowhere to be seen. There were just these notes at his desk, illuminated by The Shining spring sun:

English: Sun dogs during sunset outside of New Ulm, Minnesota, United States. Note the sun dogs on either side of the actual sun, with halo arcs passing through each parhelion. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Spring is sprung
my work is done
wonder whether
wandering weather
waits outside window…

aW

God’s special animal.
Gone delinquent
or created
to finish the job
of an auto-destructive
artistic God.

aW

The Overlook Hotel (Timberline Lodge). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Sitting at my desk
devoid of company
is that the reason why
I criticise my species?
Or does it make me
more balanced?

aW

Some creatures of the same species do
and some creatures of the same species don’t
like me
without knowing me.
Therefore it’s them not me.

aW