(2013)
technically, a scifaiku is not titled, but it's allowed
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
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.
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) ...
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
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
YOU and are not us.
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
