here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) September 13, 2013
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
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
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
