(2013)
technically, a scifaiku is not titled, but it's allowed
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
YOU and are not us.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
