A Life In The Day Of Jonathan
Billet
I think I chipped my tooth
again eating meat with tiny bones in it.
It was sold to me at that cheap deli run by that schmuck. Emergency!!! Time for a trip to the dentist!! Oh my God!! The
first time it happened, I was a mere child running in the halls at school and
fell down on the hard tile floor, unlike the rest of the kids. My girlfriend in high school had a
chipped tooth too. The cause was
one of those hidden mysteries in my life.
Like my father's chipped tooth.
Is a billion, a thousand -
million or a million - million?
Does Kennedy have a billion tucked away? He had a bad throat, which makes it sound like he has a
speech impediment like my grammatical impediment. I'm sure he's good at grammatical structure. The Kennedys were always in bad shape
almost as bad as the shape of my life.
Diagnosed with schizophrenia
in college and symptomatic of the disease ever since than. From the age of 21 to the current age
of 59. Full of phinothiozenes from
age 21 - 58 . From age 38 - 59
loaded on psychotropics. With the help of a psychiatric family - community
included - I was never physically violent. I did suffer from temper tantrums as a child and suffered
from fear, anger and depression as an adult. However, I wasn't truly psychotic until the age of 21 and
was medicated immediately. I hear
a lot about violence but was mugged at around the age of 50. Face beaten in, eyes blackened, and
ribcage broken. Heck, I was lucky
I was jumped from behind by three bigger guys and didn't have the ability to
struggle as they punched away.
Lucky, I think, because if I could have fought back they might have
knifed or shot me. Lucky too
because I peed in my pants scaring them away without getting their fingers wet
stealing my wallet
I enjoyed my more sane days
and would be the first to admit I had them. While I was considered a basket case by myself and others, I
managed to work at a department store, and two libraries for about 13
years. I graduated college - three
colleges, the last successfully.
More than can be said of the rest of our society. I like writing as a hobby and
enjoyed being published recently for my poetry in a couple of publications. I hope to publish a collection of my
poetry.
Remember, that as I wrote in
one of my many earlier poems - "Life is sublime when it changes from a
riddle into a rhyme!" Please
read my thoughts. I think a lot
about life and have high hopes for myself and the world. The world is so confused to me that I
could swim from China to New York in my laughter's tears!
Work is for the weary. The work place is full of the good
stinkers and the bad stinkers. I
wouldn't trust any of their judgments, especially my own. But I forgot I am not considered a
worker by these stinkers. All I do
is write trash about them and than collect cash for throwing out their trash. Like some people do, I find my trash
very valuable. I would have to say
that in reality I'm a very bad good stinker.
True judgment deals with
justice. There is legal justice
and poetic justice. Most
established societies of the world deal in legal or civil justice regardless of
their political, philosophical, religious, but not necessarily their moral
codes. Moral codes intertwine with
poetic judgment. But really who's
to say? Certainly not a very good
bad stinker as myself!!! The world
considers me to be crazy - what about it? Mashuganah!!!
Love You - A Day Away From
Christmas - Jonathan Billet
