For all those workers who are not respected.
(2014)
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
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.
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
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
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.
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
