Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Sweet Molly Dudettes


"Sweet Molly Dudettes"

Dear Mol when will Thanatos take you from me?
As my tears flow back into the ocean where I was born.
I die a slow death.
But live a faster life.
Molly, my love for you will last longer than I ever can.
You help me swim the ocean of everlasting life.
I pray for a day when I can repay you for your helping and loving kindness.
The days to come will be rougher than the most turbulent tides in an ocean's tidal wave.
When I lose you, all is lost.
Only to be found in somebody else's life in dreams.
Perhaps a new born.
Molly, you are my newly born, unfolding, yellow rose.
You are as infinite as time and will last forever in the universe.
Speeding meteorites whistle off to distant galaxies burning life that once was ours.
You will be a forgotten tune.
Forgotten but far from lost in my mind's mountainous memory travel.
The scribes will scribble on ancient walls of our love to be in a different world.
Shakespeare's ghosts will reappear.
You are forever to be a yourself a free soul.
The mother's newborn baby's yellow rose of antiquity.

By Jon Billet 10/21/13 Dedicated to Andy Dudette

Monday, October 28, 2013

A Weapon Of Mass Destruction


"A Weapon Of Mass Destruction"




The only way the government could make a nuclear bomb
now is if I didn't see them making it.




Jon Billet 11/04/13       

E.G. - E.C.T.- ETC.


E.G.( - E.C.T.= ETC.)

"E.G. - E.C.T.= ETC."
         



3rd and final connection on E.C.T.

Did you know that thoughts etc. is a form of E.C.T.

Most are thoughts that seem quite good and tasty to me.

You see I eat ideas like the Pac Man did.

But he spit his thoughts out whereas I digest mine.

People spit up sour thoughts and digest the good ones.

I also have a tremendous appetite for nude women.

They're better than any thoughts I could eat.

Costlier but worth the effort.

The love you take is the love you make.

So's the money you make.

The refrigerator broke down so I'll have to sleep in a new one.

Now you're beginning to confuse me.

Are you trying to on purpose?

I really didn't think so.

Poetry can be made up by name.

E.G. - NICK - Nuclear Incoming Climate Kings - etc.,etc., etc.-

Electric Train Caboose - ETC.

E.G. -{ E.C.T. = ETC.}???



By Jonathan Billet 10/28/13       

A Frozen Cone


"A Frozen Cone"               



Paper roses drink from fire hoses.

Nostril's noses in different poses.

Flying like Icarus into an ice-cream's Sunday.

I am born again every morning.

Play on revival.

A born again day in spring's winters.

Poetry, like a good museum's painting, needs a rental place.

Like all quality space and time.

Dog bites on my foot while my ex bites my arm.

I get an ice-cream sandwich which is better than a knuckled one.

A knuckle sandwich like an ice-cream's, will make me lose my teeth. 

Turn my teeth with yellow orange stains.

I'm in a creative state of mind and a mind's creative mood.

Thousands of unknown people are coming out of my pockets.

Because I was so bitterly cold on a winter's February's day.

It's so cold my rear is sticking to the park bench.

My radiator's not giving heat.

The toes are frozen in the frigid snows.

My pants are smoking and my sock has an icicle.

I'm feeling quite low like a Popsicle.  



By Jonathan Billet 10/26/13       

Sunday, October 20, 2013

A Thought On Charles Bukowski


"A THOUGHT ON CHARLES BUKOWSKI"



THE BLUEBERRY SCONE I ATE AT STARBUCKS STICKS TO
THE ROOF OF MY MOUTH LIKE BUKOWSKI'S POETRY STICKS
IN MY MIND. - A NOTE ON SOME BUKOWSKI I DIGESTED.


    By Jonathan Billet To Roxy 10/20/13       

Rubber Room Wisdom


"RUBBER ROOM WISDOM"               


YESTERDAY'S YOUTH ARE TOMORROWS' SENIOR CITIZENS IN LIMBO.

From The Romper Room's Magic Show...
A.K.A.-The Rubber Room.    


Jon Billet   

About Face


"ABOUT FACE"


"IT'S NOT A MATTER OF IF BUT WHEN."


WHEN WILL THEY START WAKING UP?


MAYBE NEVER.       



Jon Billet

Payola


HOW MUCH DOES A CONGRESSPERSON MAKE A YEAR?
 $35,000.00? - MORE LIKE $174,000.00 PLUS PERKS.
YOU FIGURE OUT HOW MUCH AND WHO GIVES THEM THEIR
SPENDING MONEY!


Jon Billet

Mechanics Of A Situation


"Mechanics Of A Situation"



The mechanical man has some bolts missing and a blown fuse box.

Can't even stand on a hand or sit down.

He's a tin lizzie who's thin and dizzy.

Got caught in a blizzard headed up to Yale University.

With the son of the wizard.

Driving in the Le Mans on the thruway to Monson, Massachusetts.

The Wall Street children skip up to the Mergers @ Acquisitions Academy.

30 million shares of Facebook stock are sold as dawn breaks in Monson.

All a mosquito's fossil of Robert Shiller.

Beer @ Bean mixers.

Viva Pemex Tabasco Cafe in Detroit's green marketplace.

Pantry Pride's operative's dishwasher.

Ticketmaster box rocks.

Stub dub's 6 hub's tires.

Different colored fizzy's sold at The Star's Box.

Spending cheap dollar bills for thrill's frills.

Conference calls chills.

Talking over mountainous hills.

Groundhog warts.

The Bull stops here!






By Jonathan Billet 10-19-13 

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Ozone And Ice

"Ozone And Ice"





Currents attract and repel tides.

Most women attract and repel me like magnets.

The gravity of the earth's situation is a lot like that.

I'm attracted to the ocean at high tide or during a riptide.

I love it when the waves cover my body in motion.

Especially when the big ones make a splash over my body.

Unfortunately, most summers are spent going to my mind's beaches.

I have to hit the southern coast or the west coast.

I will leave in a jet when the big hand is on the 2 and the small hand is on the 12.

I will arrive when the small hand is on the 5 and the big hand is on the 10.

I will be in the clouds when the big hand is on the twelve and so is the small one.

The shiny sunshine will burn the lights out of the skies.

While in White Plains I loved to stay alive in apt.#5.

In Larchmont, I want to be set free in apt.#2b.

I will pray that the days let me be me.

To be is not to be neither is to be free.

I can see a beautiful moon reflected in my lover's eyes and lips.



To My Friend Jesse And Of Course For The Dudets-Molly.                                  

Monday, October 14, 2013

Hugs @ Kisses


"HUGS @ KISSES"

        "SCHOOL ON THE SHORE"
            




WHY SHOULD WE BE AFRAID OF LIVING LIFE THE WAY WE WISH?
WHY NOT?
BY JONATHAN BILLET REVISED 10/12/13       

Dear Night


"DEAR NIGHT"         


DEAR DAISY NIGHT OR NIGHT DAISY.
A VOTE FOR GUS HALL IN THE FALL
IS A VOTE FOR ALL YOU ALL!
CHAMPAGNE MANAGER - JON BILLET
P.S. - GUS HALL STILL CAN GIVE A
TELEPHONE CALL. 

B.S. Fartist


"B.S. Fartist"



Help me.

I'm losing my youth!

Feeling my old body tumble down inside me.

Truly losing it.

Feeling old and run down.

Nobody wants to feel that way these days.

In spite all attempts to stay young.

The younger generation always and forever.

Although the world will never beat me.

I know I will beat it to death.

Elephants and donkeys get paid plenty to fly to Israel.

So why can't I?

May God guide our stars.

The golden rule:

"Do onto others as you would have them do onto you."

Fodder for my writing.

A head with tin ears, glass eyes, a plastic nose, and hairy top.

The head wears red wooden framed glasses that are shellacked.

They have thick lenses.

Mocha ass at the playboy network on the house.

Yet, very costly at the same time.

One last tea for free to me.

Thanx, by a crappy B.S. fartist.



Jonathan Billet 10/11/10

King Richard


"KING RICHARD"


I KNEW RICHARD WHEN HE WAS A HIPPIE. NOW
HE'S A CAMEO'S STAR IN THE DIFFERENT ROLLS.



BY JONATHAN BILLET 10/10/13        

My Show Time


"MY SHOW TIME"



I HAVE SO MUCH TO EXPRESS.  I KNOW I CAN WRITE THE
CORRECT WORDS FOR WHAT IS SPOKEN BUT DON'T KNOW IF
I CAN SPEAK THE RIGHT WORDS FOR WHAT IS WRITTEN.  I
KNOW I HAVE A CHANCE TO SHINE BUT SOMETIMES THERE'S
NO SUN.  I'LL START E-MAILING TOMORROW.  THANK YOU 
FOR TRYING TO HELP ME EXPRESS MYSELF AND SOMETIMES
DOING SO SUCCESSFULLY!-JONNY BILLET P.S. - IF I GET
THE CHANCE I'M THINKING OF CHANGING NAMES TO "ROMPER
ROOM'S MAGIC SHOW."

Abbie


ABBIE'S A DUMMY WHO'S PROFICIENT
AT THROWING HIS VOICE AND PEEING
ON PEOPLE TO GET THEM PISSED OFF. 

Dear Ms. Rashkoff


"Dear Ms. Rashkoff"

Dear Ms. Rashkoff,
I graduated both 2nd @ 3rd grades with you and my class.
Nothing was to blame, but I always thought I was a failure, and kept it my disgraced secret.
That only made you give me more love and understanding attention.
We were all your favorite kids and got pencils and a party when the 2 years ended.
You, our loving, ingenious mentor of a true muse, who only had a kind word.
We, your innocent, young, and beautiful children.
There was no such thing as failure, all your classes were successful endeavors.
Not only for you, our proud teacher, but for the class, as a whole community.
You were the benevolent leader of that community.
You knew success was not gain.
What was more important is the person you are.
I never did let you down in that respect.
Which perhaps is why I'm writing this tribute to you.
I never stayed in touch even though you wanted me to.
My love for you is like a never dying flame and in my heart you will remain.
You are my laughter's tears.
I'll never forgive you for turning me into the softee I became.
I have finally slayed the book dragon and rode the reading rairoad.
I conquered my fear of learning after many years.
I'll never forget when my mother invited you to my house for supper.
We ended my graduation day with my favorite chocolate vanilla twirl cake.
I'll always be your number one fan.
My love forever.
Your student for life.

Jonathan Billet  10/09/13

Tuesday, October 1, 2013






Sunshine's Fine Wine


"Sunshine's Fine Wine"


In a glass vine.

Sweeter than nectar's wine.

The sun shine is strongly fine.

Your hand in mine.

Our hearts are one.

Do our years last for months?

Months last for our years?

Or are they the same, like we are one?

Our bodies melt into oblivion.

Like a single, towering, tree with many branches.

Forever is our love.

Lovers forever.

Your happiness makes the universe glow.

Our love can only grow.

Like a stream's flow. 

What do we know of hate?

Only that it is said.

Love can only be spread.

Until after we're dead.

Thoughts that tumble through my head.


By Jon Billet's 10/01/13
To The Dudettes

Parallel Bars


"Parallel Bars"



What is up must come down.

Down will come around.

I heard that through a man in town.

People would be dangerous if their ears were as big as their mouths.

It's an opinion that the country stinks.

And that I'm the biggest stinker in it.

I smell like a rose on a wet summer's day.

Believe it or not. 

Thought I heard a song when it was hot.

And it is not rot.

There's plenty of pot in Frisco and Denver.

Think there's room on the spot for me?

Don't dot, dot, dot, your eyes.

But don't have dots in them!



By Jonathan Billet 09/01/13

Moving Jello


"Moving Jello"

I had writer's block and smashed a keg of beer.  
The thoughts started flowing like beer.
Like the water. 
A dying Moses tried to create for his people by smashing his staff against a rock.
God thought that was his sin and wouldn't let him into the holy land.
I drank some of this holy water and got drunk.


The caterpillar crawls into the spring night to have its butterfly summer's flight.  A broken heart is like a flat tire without any spare.  Like the butterfly's air.  A cool pool of marmalade filled with the mellow jello's school of bebop. 
A San Franciscan poet who is always reciting the "Love Song Of Alfred J. Proofrock," that he learned to recite by heart in the eleventh grade, is really a charlatan dead beat poet, who don't really know it.  

By Jonathan Billet Sunday Afternoon on a September 29, 2013