03 March
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...