(2013)
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
He pretends to be a hard boiled eg… He actually has a soft yolk. Sometimes, when he acts tough, he is secretly fluid. If you get to know him, he removes
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
YOU and are not us.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
