(2013)
Composed 08 Mar
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
