(2013)
technically, a scifaiku is not titled, but it's allowed
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
