(2013)
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.
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
YOU and are not us.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
