(2014)
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
He pretends to be a hard boiled eg… He actually has a soft yolk. Sometimes, when he acts tough, he is secretly fluid. If you get to know him, he removes
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
