(2015)
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
YOU and are not us.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
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.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
