For all those workers who are not respected.
(2014)
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
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.
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
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.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
