(2013)
technically, a scifaiku is not titled, but it's allowed
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
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) ...
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
