Friday, December 23, 2011

To God

"To God"


To God A Second Lasts For Eternity.

The Universe Is Full Of Seconds In The Giant Pinhead.

In God's Eyes The World Is Blind.

God Speaks Only Braille.

A Gifted Few Comprehend God's Words.

God Travels In The Mind's Imagery.

God Hesitates and Hates To Be Late For A Date With Fate.

God Doesn't Send A Letter Without A Return Address.

Find Me Love--

I'm Not Hiding!

Love A Friend!!

Love The World!!

LUV AND POWER FLOWER!!!


By J. Billet



B4


"B4"


B4 time had began and after it ended, cars' headlights' shades were running across my windows, on my basement's floor, while we were making love.  Outside, people were walking as the dark, black, sky rolled on by.  The moon wasn't showing, and stars were flickering on and off again like a dying firefly.  This happened with the rest of the world when it was very high on vodka and rye.



By J. Billet's J's

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Pee In The Sea


"Pee In The Sea"


I Swim Singing
In A Key Of C
While
Swimming In
The Sea Of
Orange Tea.
The Fishes
Drink The
Orange Tea
And Pee Into A
Sea Of
Tranquility! 


- J. Billet

Tuesday, December 13, 2011


Breathing dirty purple air and 
bathing in HBO bottles.

Drinking toilet gin and smoking
bathroom pipes.

Got picked up by the Federal 
Bureau Of Intoxication.

Worked at The Department of
Detoxification and Water Purification

I'm downstream in the mainstream 
of society.

Are you all right? Is everything out
of sight?

Am I necking too tight?

I'm caught in the shadows riding
on my sneaker's bicycle.

I've got to catch the 3:30 tricycle to Trinidad.

Here a moron's screams in
my dreams.

Translucent, transparent, shapes and 
shadows are dancing on the bedroom's ceiling.

Leprechauns and neocons!

I'm hooked on prozac,
zantac, and cipro of ceylon!

I've met a thousand clowns in 20 million towns.  I'm at a dozen places with different faces.  Skipped over miles of heartbeats.  My claim to fame is I don't know my own name.  Don't even know if I'm here - time of day or day of year.


End - Jonathan Billet
11/19/09
A gurl was walkin2 skewl wit her bf n they were crossin da rode.
she sed "bbz wil u luv me 4evr"
he said "NO.."
da gurl cryed N ran across da rode b4 da green man came on the sine.
boy was cryin and went to pic up her body.
she was ded.
he whsipered 2 her corpse
"I ment 2 sey I will luv u FIVE-ever....."
(dat men he luv her moar dan 4evr....)

REGLAOGB IF U CREY
ALWAZ...XXX

- Anonymous

Dreamt

"Dreamt"


"The Other Nite I Saw U Madly Dancin.  I Was Wonderin' If It Was A Rain Dance.  Your Face Was Werin' A Mask And Yu Was Smilin'.  Waz I Dreamin?"


Jon Billet

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

A Winter's Thaw


"A Winter's Thaw"




Happiness, Sadness, Gladness, and Madness.

Does love have right or wrong?

Rhyme or reason?

It has every season.

Is it a circle?

A square?

Are squares triangles?

Are circles square?

Triangles rectangles?

Are they transparent?

Translucent?

Opaque?

Is there a hereafter?

A thereafter hereafter?

What you don't know won't hurt you at all.

After all, a summer comes before a fall.

It knows everything's all.

A fall's chill turns into a winter freeze.

I got down on my knees and prayed for a lazy summer breeze.

Swapping tales and telling lies.

Beach pails, sun supplies, and starfish's shells in the ocean's skies with you.

You are as heavy as a 55' Bel Air Chevy.

Opening your purse's latch to enter the snatch with my giant wooden latch.

You're my cupid doll's flaming match with a pants' patch.

Always covering your snatch.

By Jonathan Billet

Thursday, December 1, 2011

After A Rain It Shines

"After A Rain It Shines"


What is to befall us?

There is a blind-spot when the sun hides the moon and the night hides the dry skies.


Dawn's dusk cries.

Truth never lies, but it dies.

With every new revolution is a baby's heartbeat.

A new sound and time.

Love is here to stay forever.

The deafening roar of millions will be silenced by quiet solitude.

A new heartbeat will be heard.

Beautiful, refreshing, harmony's musical song.

Where all live and thrive.

Gracias a Dios!!!!!


J.Billet
I am a bohemian Bostonian.

Love New England clam chowder that talks.

As a kid, I ate New York clam chowder.

Better than swiss chocolate's powder which can't power a locomotion.

I'm always running out of my shaving lotion.

An implosion of an explosion in a quotation by the Chairman Mayor.

He's the smooth sayer.

A real player.

Who wouldn't do you a favor.

But he's not a payer or payee; his salary comes for free.

It's like a poker chip.

Give you a tip.

Don't let him give you the whip.

Take a trip to another city that has more pity than His Honor's.


J.Billet