Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Evening Lark


"Evening Lark"

It's too late for an late night lark in the park.
Starlit people love in the dark.
Holding the heart of time in our arms.
Madness moonlight all night.
A brush with velveteen’s dream's death.
After a paramour play's close call.
Musical beeping horns and violins sound from car windows.
In streets down below us.
While up and down we dance and clap a hand to a Dorsey band.
Wait late until 8:00 with my date.
Then it's fate to eat a festive feast from a plate.
On the city's docks, ships come into the bays.
Nights will turn into next week’s heavenly days.
After dusk, buildings emit dark shadowed nights' lights.
Habits and hobbies of the city’s citizens include-
Eating, sleeping, dreaming, and thinking.
Being stuck in a movie screen's frozen, foreign time.
In big and small spaces at different places.
All with different viewpoints and references of mind.
We wake with the city's wildlife.
Its multicolored horticulture.
And trees with a turned on mystical breezes.
Moving autumn leaves down the city streets.


By Jonathan Billet In November 10/16/12

African Tuning Fork


 "African Tuning Fork"


Have you ever discussed this instrument with someone?

It goes along with The Mad Hatter's Rock Band.

I saw them when I was young.

The lead guitarist was wearing green hush puppies.

A silver beedle turned red.

Was Paul dead?

We drank cherry coke's clam chowder.

In the middle of a cold shower.

Getting drunk on a sleepy saucy, salty sau
té sauce.

Roasting peanuts.

Smelling freshly baked bread.

Tasting fresh brewed coffee.

Chamomile citrus tea drove me to distraction.

It made me walk into the sun.

I couldn't escape into or out of its shadows.

A melodic trance I heard in the 60's.

Played on an African Tuning Fork.

By a magical musician.

Accompanied by an angel's flutist.

At The Golden Gate Park.

Near the red bridge over a blue bay.

On a fun day.

By Jonathan Billet
From Aroma Cafe 10/12/12

Monday, October 8, 2012

Turn Off #1


"Turn Off #1"

You deal with everybody's career but your own.

You make them and break them.

All, except yours.

You don't have one.

You handle everyone.

But never allow yourself to be touched.

You deal with other people's money and careers.

Their fates and destinies.

You have no fate or destiny.

You're secure for the rest of your clients' lives.

You have no space for true love in your life.

Go live in your vacuum.

You deal with everybody else's life.

Because you can't deal with your own.

You have no life to speak of.

Other people's lives belong to you.

You own everything but anything.

All things yet nothing.

You wear everybody's clothes and think all thoughts.

Except your own.

You take pride in your secret life of manipulative annihilation.

You sit in a chair and breathe empty air.

You take up empty air in the universe's space.

You don't even belong in a place in outer space.

I don't like your face.

The world runs at a pace that is there for your grace.

You think you own the human race.

But you have no place.


Billet's On A Distant Relative. 10/07/12

Sublime Sunshine


"Sublime Sunshine"



The sun sparkles.

Champagne skies.

Loving laughter's eyes cry.

Flies to new skies’ highs.

For all to see.

Air is still free.

We are Oui.

What is meant to be will be.

What comes next?

Nothing that is written in text.

Only come in second best.

At heaven's behest.

You will always pass life's true test.

First is for fools.

Second is all for the best.

It's God's request.

A true test for the best at God's behest.

Remember the request in life is really only a test.

Be humble and rest.

Be truly blessed.

Sickness is wealth and wealth a strange health.

Comedy is nonsense.

Tragedy makes sense.

Sanitation crews find old treasure.

Treasure hunters collect garbage that will turn into treasure.

All of life is a tragic treasure.

Thanks Gods.

All of it!

By Jonathan Billet

Nubian Goddess


"Nubian Goddess"



Pulled the cord and snow fell.

Butterflies walked on the highest rocks of Venus.

I saddled up a kangaroo.

It took me from a green planet's heights to an orange planet's lofty mountaintops.

Children painted the sun, just for fun.

Tiny hummingbirds wing on wet pavement.

Shampooing the hair with Ajax and bleach, then conking it with oil.

Always practicing nose kissing and body writing with my Nubian goddess whose name is Cleopatra.

Epileptic child, get your release from your heaven up above!




By Jonathan Billet 01/07/10

Newcomer's Thoughts


"Newcomer's Thoughts"


I painted a moon leaning on a garbage pail.

Everyone knows that the moon is a circular matzo that comes out at night.

The stars are really starfish from the sea.

Mirrors are opaque.

Also transparent.

They can be translucent when they want to be.

Glass is being replaced with mirrors.

Styrofoam skyscrapers dot the cityscape.

The streets are made of gold and silver.

Sinks, toilets, and bathtubs are of platinum.

Registers are filling up with candy.

Priceless diamonds are being stuffed in garbage cans.

Humans are made from soap.

Soap is wax and wax is clay.

Tomorrows' today's are quite grey.

The city bars serve coffee and tea only.

Starbuck's visitors imbibe on hard spirits.

Supermarkets and delicatessen serve and sell soda.

People these days go around with two different colored eyes.

They wear square hats around circular heads.

Animals urinate chocolate milk and the people drink it.

In an orange picture on an autumn's windy day.



By Jonathan Billet

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Heart Beam


"Heart Beam"


The space rover found Milky Way Bars on Mars and Mars Bars in the Milky Way.

Can hear the crickets' beat as the fireflies turn their orange light on and off.
They float in slow motion, like the orange moons and silver stars in dreams' jars.

By Jonathan Billet 10/02/12 

Bank Break Out


"Bank Break Out"



You are 2 trillion volts of lightning to me.

Bob changed bolts to volts in a song.

Take a break and go to the bank to take out some money.

As a matter of fact, break the bank.

Break down the bank doors until the bank is broken.

I know you're broke.

This makes me a broken man.

I'm broken like all the banks are.

Wall Street is like a fall street in D.C.

Full of leaves instead of money.

Money from the Federal Reserve that is as worthless as fall leaves are.

It is a known fact that Fort Knox is full of bagels, cream-cheese, and lox.

Any first year economics student can tell you that.

Why not give to my favorite charity while you can.

(Me!)

By Jonathan Billet 10/02/12

Yom Kippur


“Yom Kippur"



I'll Atone For My Sins And Suffer To Celebrate Yom Kippur.

On An Empty Stomach, I'll Be Traveling Down The Nile.

To the Pyramids And The Ancient Egyptian City Of Luxor.

I Will Stay In Its Temple Of The Mummy's Divine Feline.

Wearing Tattoos Of Hieroglyphics All Over My Body.

Plan To Get Some Nice Jewish Slave Girl For My Royal Concubine.

Love J. Billet On Kol Nidre
        

My spirits run high in the grey-clouded cloudy sky.

An everlasting cry in a devil's high.

A sandman named Stan.

He ran through the ocean's roar, in the floor of its polluted shore.

Trying to find another door.

I could die in this life's dream.

But I pass by these wild fires in mires of doers and diers.

The ocean is full of junked cars and tires.

Sold by sellers and buyers.

Wheel and deal until the seas are full of defective Firestone 500's made by old fools.

Ice on the rocks.

Cups of ice.

Ice full of water and cups.

Fishes full of sea.

A sea full of fish.

Seawater bottles full of H2O.

Bottles containing H2O full of seawater.

Red, purple, yellow, and orange bagels floating in Columbian coffee.

Oceans' lifesavers tossed from ocean liners.

Rusted license plates and dirty hypodermic needles floating in H20 bottles.

Oceans full of H20 bottles sent with these man-made messages.

A discarded rotting chair and furniture floating.

Rotting garbage and decomposing waste.

Oil spills floating on the beach, covering plants and animals.

Soaking in the sands with the ocean's salt.

Radioactive material made in Japan in a nuclear reactor's meltdown earthquake's tsunami.

The waves are coming into already polluted shores.

Drill until they find something lost in years gone by.

Some say, Why?

Why not?

Corporate oil, atomic energy, politicians, and you and I inquire.

The consumers of energy these good things supply in this computer age.

Borrow from the earth today and steal from it tomorrow.

All the wildlife is dying for a living like we are.

But the ocean's ice caps melt as the smoke and gases in the polluted air heat the atmosphere.

Even outer space has debris floating around.

Maybe some will bump you in the head on the way down.

The fishes are full of radioactivity and our animal life has lungs full of air pollution's poison.

Qué lástima por el mundo!!!

By Jonathan Billet - Yom Kippur