(2013)
YOU and are not us.
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
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.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.