(2013)
Composed 04 March
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
YOU and are not us.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
