(2013)
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
YOU and are not us.
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
