Mellow Jello

"Mellow Jello"


If I dreamt Saturday was Sunday and only Wednesday and Friday knew for sure.
If blue thought pink was mellow, would this be bullying?
What does green do?
What do the other colors think?
What would they think if they were you?
If we are all invisible in the eyes of God?
If it rained and snowed in different colors?
If a store has a back door.
Does it's ceilings have doors too?
Do the walls have doors coming out of them?
Do the floors have doors?
Is there a place where a run-on street never ends?
Graffiti-covered sidewalks with different colored artwork painted on them.
A town with many colored buildings from green to blue.
Do people wear their pants inside-out?
Outside-in?
Upside-down?
Shirts for pants?
Pants for shirts?
Bras around their necks?
Underwear worn on heads.
Mouthwash for hair tonic's growth?
Shaving cream as toothpaste?
Toothpaste as shaving cream?
Birds that buzz and bees that sing?
Cars yelling and people honking at each other.
If the paintings in the museums were facing the walls?
If you had to sit upside down on seats?
Eat from the table sideways?
If you sat on your head and walked on your hands?
If your shoe heals were made of lead?
If the world was made out of lead?
If you breathed in air and ate from dirt.
If mice were orange, yellow, pink and blue.
If your eyes were orange, purple, black, or grey?
Silver or gold?
If we woke up at night and went to bed during the day?
If butterflies ran on mood power and were starlit?
If coffee beans were white?
If piss turned into water and water turned into wine.




Jonathan Billet

The NY Television Set

“The NY Television Set”

A happening may be when the TV shows film commercials being destroyed.

Then burning the networks’ fall line-ups, live, on the air.

Did Dr. Phil meet Dr. Oz The Wizard?

See the strange people wearing orange gloves on their hands and feet?

Yellow and black striped, purple spotted, polka dotted bell-bottoms.

Blue shoes, with green fedoras and a white silk shirt.

Sucking on rainbow colored lollipops.

By Jonathan Billet

"Billy got so lonely that he wanted to give his first true love a back massage in the nude."

Jonathan Billet

"Billy felt like kissing her bare feet."

Jon Billet

"I am a numerical nothing named Mr. Nobody."

Johnny Foo-foo

Speaking Life

"Speaking Life"

You who love life laugh quietly and cry loudly.


I wish the world wasn't as afraid of itself as I am of myself.


My clarinet playing, banjo strumming sweetness.


Your hummingbird's tune is as unique as the rarest of all finds.


You capture souls with your strength, courage, knowledge, and beauty.


I wish I could be one of you.


You feed my starving body full of joy, forgiveness, and happiness.


Your beauty's colors create new skies in my eyes.


You are love.


Love is all.


Tú amó.

J. Billet to A. Dudet

"Bad News: We're Really Not Here And Neither Is Night Fall."

"No - God Does Play Dice With The Universe. God Plays A Mean Game Of Pong Ping In Quantum Leaps With It Too."

“Time’s tempo is the tick-tock of a heartbeat’s clock.”

- Billy

"I can't draw a straight line but I can write a pretty good one."

- Billy

A Rhythmical Rhododendron's Rhapsody

“A Rhythmical Rhododendron’s Rhapsody”

Life lost for seconds, hours, days, or years.

Oh, priceless and precious day of sighted sound.

Sunshines and copper moons.

Silver stars and a red mars.

A tomorrow’s tunes in next week’s noon’s clock.

It calls for singing.

A cantor’s song.

Harmonies for thought.

Thinking colors of a time.

A rhapsody of a rhododendron’s rocking rhyme.

J. Billet

My Divorce

“My Divorce”

I’m sleepwalking in the middle of the day.

Eyes wide open at night.

There was fire in the sun and we made love.

Clean up the fire and quench my thirsty desire.

Tremendous explosions heat my head in your bed.

It’s like I’m made out of tons of dead lead.

I know you think I was a snore of a farting roar.

One barfy, boisterous, bickering, bad breath's bore.

The tongue's canker sore.

Now I'm down and out, pacing the floor, with a different set of keys and a new front door.

Jon Billet

Divorced from the world.

Quotable

"Poverty sucks."


Col. Corn Flake

Letter from a priest

Dear Jonathan,


Once again I thank you for your poetry. You are truly gifted and I thank my God and yours for your life. Keep dreaming, musing and writing. You will be blessed abundantly. I am off again- this time to Texas for 2 weeks. 


Peace,
Frank

Elmo Lewis

"Elmo Lewis"

Elmo Lewis was a Rolling Stone on the wrong telephone.

The sun blocked its shadow.

Last night a full gold moon arose.

At the institute, Anonymous Bosch bit Vincent Van Gogh's toes to spite his nose.

A dead beat's Halloween.

The sober wind howls and blows.

The tunes flows to the rhythms of the singing in the back row at the show.

The junkies all overdose.

Smelling salts wake up the sleeping people praying at the Steeple.

A dreaded designer dog dines on delightful dinners.

Today, tomorrow was yesterday's Saturday.

Saturday turned to Sunday following last Monday.

My bluesday's birthday.

J. Billet's alias Anonymous Bosch