(2013)
Composed 03 March.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
