(2013)
13 March
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
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.
YOU and are not us.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
