(2013)
Composed 03 March.
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
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.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
