(2013)
13 March
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
YOU and are not us.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
