Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Tinkle Down Theorem

"Tinkle Down Theorem"


I'm starting to think that the tinkle down theory is drowning
every worker in the U.S. while letting the rich leak all over
the place.


Monday, February 25, 2013

Y?

"Y?"



Pillars of salt sheets and paper cups.

Peanuts, toast, jelly, and roasted nuts.

Everybody entered their private ruts.

But they never lost their guts.

Bullet holes and stupid jokes.

Overheated cars in burnt smoke.

Conversations with the writing deaf.

He can't hear what was said.

To much lead in his head.

He's better red than dead.

A meal's masterpiece.

Prepared by the majestic master chef.

The babies cry on slabs in the morgue.

A pipe organ playing in the church choir.

Hypocritical liar with all of the desire.

Burn fire burn!

Such a passion for fashion!!!.

A cash-in on the latest fad.

An on-line ad.

It makes me happy to see this.

It's happy to be sad.

Silver nickels and a copper dime.

A hundred-dollar wanted rhyme.

A mental mime.

Oh!  Crappy time.

Signs that tell us where to go.

Telling everything they could ever know.

Until winter's blizzard snow.

Where the obvious will never show.


Jon Billet 02/25/13



A Green Submarine Sandwich


"A Green Submarine Sandwich"


To some life may be backwards.

It's really forwards.

To some tails.

To others heads.

Only like the rest of the universe.

In slow motion speed.

There are no real set ages.

No boundary stages.

Life can't last forever.

Unless you think a second is infinite in space.

What's the difference?

Who cares?

Nobody burns stars for life.

It's a worthless million.

To a billion.

To a starving child it's five pennies for water.

Depends where you're coming from.

I haven't arrived yet.

So when will I leave and come back?

In my brand new suit and shiny shoes.

With my hair conked.

The ship is waiting for me.

At the port of my birth or entry.


Jonathan Billet 02/23/13

Thursday, February 21, 2013

Shadows In The Dark


 "Shadows In The Dark"

Shadows running around in the dark nights.
Orgasms reaching a new fantasy's heights.
Sweating lovers' bodies attached to each other.
Sunlight sparkles rays all around the darkened house.
This is where they lay as loud as a noisy mouse.
Squeaking and squealing in pleasure's utter delights.
Bound by life's wrongs and rights.
Into new and unraveled flying flights.
Astounded by their eye's sights.
The friction they feel is phenomenal.
Almost a cosmic astronomical.
Colored spots appear in front of these lovers' frontal lobes.
Like sixties' strobes.
Silver and psychedelic multi-hues of music flash before the dancers.
Prancer's under a day light white moon.
Soon to be a normal shape.
In an unmistaken heaven's vineyard of the grape.

By Jonathan Billet 12/19/13

My High

"My High"



When I get complimented on my writings my heart begins to clap.

My hands and feet begin to clap also.

I can hear the audience clap.

Like a thunder clap my hear soars to new heights.

I love turning people on.

It doesn't have to be drugs, which can mess up your mind.

But I prefer to write to get myself and people around me high on my stuff.

It's like smoking Nepalese hashish.

Or a person tripping in outer space.

The sun provides my energy.

Love it!



By Jonathan Billet 12/16/13

The Rich Got Richer

"THE RICH GOT RICHER"


Incomes rose 11 percent in 2010 and 2011
for the top 1 percent of earners, but fell
0.4 percent for everybody else.

Saturday Feb.16, 2013
New York Times
My question would have to be what about
2012 and 2013 so far?

A quote of mine "Most of the country eats
the shit, while the rest take it."

My Old Acquaintances

"My Old Acquaintances"


My poetry is really horrid contrasted with other poets' work.


But it's all part of the same trade.

I hear very little gossip about my old group of friends.

They only gossip about what a trouble maker I was.

I have left the old crowd for greener grounds.

They were all really phonies and still are.

Sometimes I laugh so hard at these shits I used to know.

I laugh so hard I take them in my pants.

Uranus is a bigger planet but they wouldn't be heavy there.

It's less dense and they wouldn't weigh so much on Your Anus.

All of the crap weighs less than all the craps in America's toilets.

Heavyweight knock them out!


Jon Billet 

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

A Giant Passion


"A Giant Passion"



What type of music are you?

It can't be described in written language of word.

The greatest of all types past and present.

You are primitive soul and Anglo classical artwork.

You are the serenity of a brook and all the fury of an ocean tsunami.

In the winter, you are more full of heat and passion than burning hell.

Love you.

Happy Valentine's Day!


Love Jon Billet 12.14.13

A Groan


“A Groan”



The cats are eating their fish and playing with their catnip.

I'm getting high eating the leaves of a eucalypti.

On a spring road downtown, tomorrow will beg and borrow.

It doesn't bargain to pay.

A goatee's apostrophe on a goat.

Send me all your emissaries and ambassadors.

King Billy Goat told his people.

Puns are enough fear.

Is that clear?

He can only hear through one ear.

I drank to much beer and now am a seer.

In my dreams, I can hear silent screams.

Moans and groans coming from a dungeon's door.

Nobody knows the trees are always growing.

While they breathe perfumed air and die.

Keys and cheese tease as mice and men do.

TV screens spit out yellows purples, and greens.



By Jonathan Billet 02/13/13

Quote By God


"I SLAVE OVER A HOT STOVE ALL DAY LONG - FOR WHAT?"

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Operation


 "Giving My Heart"

With my head in a cloud.
A "cloudy fog."
I haven't the foggiest idea what's happening.
Under the anesthesia again.
The stomach must be opened up.
My heart's taken out.
The eyeballs too.
The ears not able to hear.
Dressed naked.
Sheets covering my body.
The operation was a success.
We won the war.
I didn't have to fire a shot.
Was I already dead?
Or just dreaming? 
I watched them take my parts on a TV's screen.
Deafening silence and solitude.
In my new sanctuary.

By Jonathan Billet

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Political Quote

"Who are these ones with the biggest yaps?
Remember money speaks louder than words!"


Jonathan Billet 02/06/13

        

Oddy

"Politicians are some kind of magicians!"

- Jon Billet

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Winter's Night


 "Winter's Night"

On a snowy morning I think how the years fly by.
The snowflakes come down at a quicker and quicker pace.
I don't want to slip along the way and get hurt.
I'll walk the numerous blocks to my home.
I watch snow fall from my room's windows.
This is a snowless winter unlike some of the one's we've seen.
Summertime will bring so much fun that we won't be aware of the passsing time.
It's like a vacation from the winter's freeze.
Temperature plays a big role in our lives' time-clocks.
What's hot now is cold later.
Like life.
In a winter's night, I pray to eat in warmth and light.

By Jonathan Billet  03/03/13

Mothballs In The Closet


"Mothballs In The Closet"

Shake a hand and I'll wiggle a toe.
Pull my pinkie and I'll blow your nose.
Do the knuckle shake with me.
High 10!
I drink numerous iced teas at the watering holes around town.
In a summer's day the rubber souls on my shoes get glued to the 
hot pavement.
It's hard to walk without raising rubber.
Like Hubba Bubba's Gum bursted bubble stuck on someone's lips.
Metal chairs and tables attracted to the magnetic floor.
Doors stuck in the walls.
Ping pong balls being bounced in the halls.
Dogs sleep outside.
Wooden sticks in the ground support a tomato's vines.

By Jonathan Billet in a February frozen freeze.

Come To Me Pet


"Come To Me Pet"

Renee what do you say?
Stay with me - pray to me.
Our prayer is the same.
Want you to have my ring.
Talk to you on the phone.
I'm sorry I gave u the wrong code to google.
It's "Centerville54"all one line on google.
Let me eat with u - dutch or my treat.
I am so lonely - I've been alone on my own for 40 hard years.
Nobody to listen to ur music and make love to.
Sweetness, there is only you.
Kismetic - Karma I feel we have.
The choice is yours but I can't make u choose.
Don't want to loose u.
Take the train to Harrison.
Then I take the Harrison Taxi to Connie.
She takes my crap from me.
How you women do it is a mystery I'd like to see you show me.
Listen to ur music.
Give me your hugs and kisses.
You could be mine.
So sublime.
Then your great riddle would be mine.
I'm begging you please.
Live ur life in ease with the birds and bees and you and me.
LOVE YOU - Jonathan Billet
Renee be mine.
You were destiny's sign when I saw you.
The only thing I can offer is my heart, life, and ring.
LOVE U AGAIN.
SHOW ME HOW RICH I KNOW U ARE TO ME.
BY JONATHAN TO RENEE, MY SOUL.