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Bill Johnston Aug 2019
The three
ring t.v. has
clowns, elephants, a fox,
donkeys, a peacock, doves, hawks, and
Written for the Lincoln Undergound magazine's last issue in 2016; published in same.
Bill Johnston Jul 2019
Sound of train,
break over change,
morning commute,
chaos born, rhythmic
perceived patterns,
moving lines,
Pop's Douhgnut Hole,
morning meets,
morning greets,
seconds, minutes,
hours, a day,
Times Arrow,
sound of train,
break over change,
evening commute,
chaos born, rhythmic
perceived patterns,
barking dogs,
children waiting,
the arms of your
True Blue, and
you thank
Bill Johnston May 2019
Hello, my name is
- - - - and I am an
I am broken glass
and scattered paper.
I am but detritus
cast aside by self.
I betrayed my family
with a bottle.
I am an
I have family who have suffered alcoholism and drug use. I am very proud of how they have faced their tests and returned to society.
Bill Johnston Jan 2020
Too much Youtube,
Too much cable,
too much Facebook,
and too many RPGs,
with snacks on one side
and too much to drink
on the other,
and I'm
Bill Johnston Apr 2019
in each other's warm
embrace for fifty one years-
tandem bicycle
Written April 21, 2019
Bill Johnston May 2019
Encounter of the fourth kind,
my world no longer earth at your
Bill Johnston Aug 2019
A knock on the door?
A hypnogogic state?
A blank porch.
A ghost or one of three?
A past, present, future.
A block of time.
A late night mystery.
A bedtime prayer.
A communion with the Eternal.
A Gate of God.
Lift up your heads o ye Gates!
The heavens declare The Glory of God.
The Ba'b. Baha 'u' llah.
Bill Johnston Aug 2019
A mystery photo
of cul de sacs.
Someone  I loved
for many years,
and she loved me.
The dress is a mystery,
yet I never asked her.
And her friends and
family(including her
first beau) did not
A truly mysterious
Overlapped our getting acquainted.
Bill Johnston Apr 2019
cannot get rid of
the voices in my head-
faulty connection
Bill Johnston Jul 2019
Bill Johnston Dec 2019
black hole distortion
inside event horizon-
finally bankrupt
Sci fi
Bill Johnston Apr 2019
ash of cities
left by burning atmosphere-
a temper tantrum
The insistent self
Bill Johnston Oct 2020
campaign slogan
empty photo ops
are we there yet?
Bill Johnston Aug 2020
underneath the stars
arm in arm and side by -
laughing in the grass
written July 20, 2020
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Bill Johnston May 2019
Awake late,
seance with haunts of
elsewhen, embracing,
past lives, memories of
long smiles and pressed
kisses between the pages
of the mind before vanishing
into the tent of dreams.
Bill Johnston May 2019
14th of May is the next anniversary
without my beloved sun
gracing the sky
That sun has set in this world and risen
in another,
gleaming on high.
Bill Johnston Jun 2019
Now as you go forth into
the world, Facebook be with you.
May Facebook give you peace,
wisdom, and knowledge beyond
understanding which transcends
your numbers of approval.
Thus ends the Benidiction.
Bill Johnston Jan 2020
It's supposed to be 2020,
but I think it's 1984.
Bill Johnston May 2019
in love, out, in,
reaching, rejecting, drama,
cursing, cuddling, crying, smiling,
using, supporting, arguing, living
Bill Johnston Jul 2019
Broken words.
But we try.
Broken glass.
But we hope.
Broken songs.
But we sing.
Broken  lass.
But she loves.
Broken words.
But we speak.
Broken bad.
But we care.
Broken songs.
But we sing.
Broken lad.
But he loves.
Broken you.
But you fight.
Broken me.
But I try.
Broken home.
But we sigh.
Broken we.
But we struggle.
Broken strangers.
But we welcome.
Broken world.
But we stand.
Broken light.
But we shine.
Bill Johnston May 2019
Broken childhood: a time of
bullhorn accusations,
multiple contusions,
latch key abandonment,
Christmas disillusionment,
an alcoholic atmosphere,
an alien in your own life,
murdered imagination,
cartoon relationships,
parents without boundaries,
the Dark Web of life.
Bill Johnston Jun 2019
FB weltschmerzen and Google distress.
Time for gemutlichkeit, bathing in
rays, almost cocooned in a hammock.
Please o sun, wrap me in your warmth.
Mother Life rock me with your concert
of natural lullabies, perchance to make
love with visions as I nap.
O, if Depression comes, can Joy be far
Bill Johnston Apr 2019
Childhood: that other universe
of imaginary friends,
windmill-summer days,
autumn county fairs,
frosty Christmas walks,
breezy spring dances,
and personal tribes.
Bill Johnston Apr 2019
closely                                                                                  hallelujah !
              moving                                                        crescendo
                             breathless                    oh oh OH OH
Bill Johnston Aug 2019
Née in hospital wash bay.
Cut the feeding tube.
Whap voice into lungs.
Nature rolls the dice.
7-11 or craps out?
Bill Johnston Oct 2019
The stars look down with promise, those distant points
of fire, conjuring what ifs.
I ponder the alternate realities, the maybes that might exist.
Perhaps the answers lie just beyond the pane on which patterns
can be traced.
Figures emerge from the wall, a horse, a giant, a forgotten face of
past or future love.
And elevator music is the radio background as I am lost in
daydreams, wishing to hold someone in my arms,
not for love but for humanity.
Bill Johnston Sep 2019
Alabaster Heights
a show
from sea to sea
to reinforce
by those
who possess,
and are
Demons, sort of!
Bill Johnston Aug 2019
I hear the sprinkles in your voice.
I see the icing in your smile.
I feel the oven in your touch.
I see the pastry of your love.
I devour the fruits of your sensuality.
You are one exquisite dessert.
Bill Johnston Jul 2019
The cadence of your words is
your inflection not the
we are genotypical
We argue using words in the same
as we construct verbal
I guess the wedding is
Bill Johnston Apr 2020
forbidden planet
amidst an ocean of stars-
social distancing.
Bill Johnston Jun 2019
Dividing property.
Who gets the children?
Bill Johnston Jun 2019
Studying endangered species: the poet watchers.
Bill Johnston Aug 2019
Powdered dust
beneath our feet,
brown grass, and
dry air is the atmosphere.
Nothing grows in this
environment, still we
have excellent hydroponics
and distill water from excellent
sand traps for condensation.
The only life here, this is
still home, heart of the world.
We wait for the ships to return,
thrusters firing.
Most will leave.
I will stay.
Bill Johnston Jul 2019
We evolved together
through our ages.
Our relationship had
healthy mutations
worth preservation.
We left a legacy behind
after swimming in
the gene pool.
I lost you to extinction,
but your imprint lives
on in me.
Bill Johnston Nov 2019
fine example
of Sinclair's fictional
character who has now become
a fact.
I am not a Marxist, although some ignoramous may call me a communist.
I am also not an immigrant, although the same uneducated person will probably tell to return my point of origin.
The majority seems to be unable to distinguish ideologies in the current climate.
Bill Johnston Jul 2019

Bill Johnston Sep 2019
Two retired souls communing together.
One says,"Feeling strange, I can't see."
Last thing he said," honey, I love you."
He warned the family that he'd no longer
celebrate the holiday. That's why he wrapped
the gifts so early.
She still hosted a yearly family reunion on The
Midwinter Feast.
That tradition continued until one October
in the hospital.
We recently sold their house.
Bill Johnston Apr 2019
Focus on
the images;
and snap the
pictures with
Bill Johnston Apr 2019
Please keep reading. You are important.
This poem will begin soon.
You will not be disappointed.
Please keep reading or you may miss
a life changing experience.
This poem will begin soon.
Please keep reading. You are important.
This poem will begin soon.
Please keep reading or you may miss
a life changing experience.
You will not be disappointed.
Please read carefully:
I regret to inform you that my muse will not
return until further notice.
Bill Johnston May 2020
a mongrel
of genteel
the breeding
a perfect
Bill Johnston May 2019
Fireworks for the new born,
awards for the eighth grade,
the senior parade,
a couple kneeling at the altar,
gathering mud and mortar for home,
community building with friends,
over fifty years of love, laughter, and tears,
a good bye before turning out the lights,
the five stages, and I'll join you soon
aloft in glorious illumination.
Good night.
Bill Johnston Apr 2019
I have been meaning to tell you.....
Want you to know....
You really are....
So difficult to put into words.....
Will you? Won't you?
Oh, this is frustrating.....
Since first, I saw you.....
Then she said, " shut up and kiss me."
April 22, 2019
Bill Johnston Feb 2020
scientist creates
a fictitious candidate-
canine elected
Bill Johnston Apr 2019
Dr. Who?
Bill Johnston Jan 2020
My love lost here,
but not there in
the worlds of if.
Bill Johnston Aug 2019
Imagine your self( no pressures)
as you're immersed in
Incense tickles your
You are open, if you desire.
Your warmth  invites and
beckons us to foreplay because
we shall be baptized
in raw, wet lust
without the morning shame
after. Let us be the animals
we are.
Your choice. And I will not
lie. You may be disappointed.
Will you invite me?
We can always cuddle after
or if you prefer, instead.
Bill Johnston Jun 2019
An inflammation of the brain,
your image ubiquitous, your
form engraved In my mind.

This feverish madness possessed
me from our first.  
The fever also afflicted you.

My tears stain your monument
as I stand here still sweetly
insane after all these decades.
Bill Johnston May 2019
She was my alpha and
I was not her first, but I was her
We took it to the nth, irrational
We were an unreal pair of
Our intersection lasted for
But she took the leap into
Our union became an empty
Bill Johnston May 2019
MUST warn the Earth. Too
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