(2013)
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
YOU and are not us.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
