Mind Benders

"Mind Benders"

It's amazing how my mind changes.

Lift the water.

Make love over an anthill.

Ants have antlers as Moose have antennae.

Let the good times go in a mailbox.

May the bad times flow into the sewers.

Some like it not!

Dream from the glassware.

Saving my bathwater in a cup of Styrofoam.

Mr. Potato Head is made out of Styrofoam.

Astronomically fit for the little bitty bit.

The pepper and salt crystals are magnetically repelled.

Car and TV antennas go up and down.

Just like lovers.

Listen to the high five.

All their jive.

Sing a song of love.

Peace will reign over the galaxies.

All the stars will come out in the evening to shine.

My block is transparent.

The hounds are on the grounds.

I am the only missing member of the B3.

Squeeze my ice-cubes and fill your pockets with them!

By Jonathan Billet

Let Them Eat Light

"Let Them Eat Light"

Filtered, reflected lights that are refracted and blinking on and off.

From where I'm lying I can't see anything but million year old shadows.

Got thrown in a pool of mud fifty feet deep.

Sunk in and got pulled under.

The clouds get caught in my eyes.

They get caught in my nose.

Some of the purple ones get stuck in my ears.

The green ones ooze through my toes.

Like the booze I'm caught up in them.

My eyes are full of yellow smoke clouds.

Chocolate, strawberry, pecan, blueberry, raspberry, lemon, and lime.

Tomato, potato, salt, pepper, copper, silver, and gold.

My nose can smell them and my mouth can taste them.

The clouds are on the ground.

They fell there.

Just like they got stuck up in the sky.

Clouds can be made of pollinated bee's wax and so can flaming tires.

Fires cause flames in Colorado Springs.

The fire's flames consume the island's pyramids.

Cooking is their morning rule.

The Viking eats his breakfast gruel.

Is it cool or cruel to be a ghoul?

Send me back to nursery rhyme school.

Follow the melted mule.

Nothing is not impossible!

Nobody is responsible.

Neither is nothing.

By Jon Billet

You Came Back!

"You Came Back!"

Birth is like overflowing water coming from a coffee spout.          

I came back two weeks after I was gone.

Can a person live if he is not born?

Immaculate indigestion!

Was God born?

Finding a needle in a haystack is like being in the sack!

Blue asked a yellow jello if black was really white.

Are things right left undone?

No sun.

There wasn't any sight of a purple moonlight last night.

You can do as your heart wishes.

Even dance with the family dishes.

As long as there is a minion of opinion.

I write all day and night until in a dream having a scream.

It seems like an OD of emotion.

A catharsis in a moment's motion.

I lie in a clouded sky and watch as the world passes me by.

Try not to cry.

Let the world die.

Dreamed this up in my room one Saturday afternoon.

In an invisible June's moon.

You can too, it's never too soon.  

By Jonathan Billet 06/09/13       

Snotty Crap

"Snotty Crap"

Not only is snot running out of my ears,

but I listen to music with my earplugs 

and have a mask over face. 

There is no hair on my bald head 

and my blue cape has "SHALOM" printed on it. 

This makes me feel like a superhero.        

Jon Billet

What The World Does

"What The World Does"

"The world pees tea and craps chocolate bars!"

A quote by Jonathan Billet 

Tropical Flower's Powers

"Tropical Flower's Powers"

Birth is like water coming from a coffee lid's spout.

You come back before you're ever born.

You're gone around two weeks after you die.

If there's a place named Long Island.

There must be a Short Island.

This is the place where tropical flowers grow.

All of mother nature is a show.

Society's pizza dough.

The world is well worn.

Do you know if God was born?

Yellow corn grows fields on earth.

The trees are a youthful green.

Like a scene on a television screen.

Teens aren't mean - they're bad.

Living can be sad, but it can be so glad!

By Jon Billet       

Mr. Clean's Sleep

"Mr. Clean's Sleep"

Mr. Clean dreams on Dramamines. 

He sees his head as fuzzy as peach fuzz.

At least that's the buzz.

Tomato plants and potato ants.

Hope I make it to the moon, but not too soon!

When does the truth lie?

Does it ever die?

Blue heat waves on Saturdays!.

A lay in the hay is like a needle in a haystack.

Like being in the sack.

Honeybees pollinate the trees.

To the dudette, a living suffragette.

By Jon Billet 06/03/13       

Bar Joke

A man walks into a bar.  
He walks up to the bartender and farts.  
The bartender says,
"Take it outside mister!"

Jon Billet

"Gus Hall Takes A Fall For Us All."

Jon Billet

Fruit Cake

"Fruit Cake"

Writing, like art, is a task of thought and process.

In addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division.

I wouldn't know the difference between a tomato and a potato.

What's the difference?

Who cares about pairs?

What's rhythm and rhyme?

Wednesday will catch up with Thursday.

July will catch up with August.

Spring with Fall.

I caught up with them all at Aroma Cafe.

We worked in front of the counter together.

Spent the latest part of the day at Aroma drinking iced green tea.

Like imbibing Mint Juleps.

Until 6:00 in the evening's hours.

Don't know what night it is!.o,o,o, i,i,i, oi,oi,oi!

How to spell.

I forget names.

Oy Gevalt!

A heartbeat's skipping in rhythm and rhyme.

Like a charming chime.

Like a dog's meow or a cat's bark.

Phonier than a counterfeit three dollar bill!

Now that's odd!.

By Jonathan Billet       

Catcher's Mitt

"Catcher's Mitt"

A bird flies in dehydrated skies and a baby cries where it lies.

Morning Aces in Night Clubs.

Black man's blues up north.

Scars from jagged glass jars.

Sacrifices to a golden cat in Egypt.

Floating down The Ganges to Nepal.

Climbed the Himalayas.

God stays in a monastery for four days.

Love has its ways but never repays.

Don't be so sure that life is so very pure.

If you go duck hunting use a good lure.

Swim to the ocean's salt sea shore.

Wipe your toes on the white sandy floor.

Then head out a door.

Go to the earth's core.

A person sits until he has fits. 

Catchers catch fouls in their catcher's mitts.

A ball is about to fall outside the stadium wall.

Hits to the Taj Mahal.

By Jonathan Billet 06/01/13       

En este mundo

"En este mundo"

Tables turned around while coins are getting tossed.

In back of the world doors eat floors.

Golden beetles are the suns of Mars in olden jars. 

Galaxy's stars are billions of minds away.

They rock and roll.

Busy taking souls.

Love taking in the TW4s.

Medication's vacillation is their rotation on a vacation.

Listening to the radio play dough.

Don't rock around the clock.

Jump around it.

Cells travel in blood.

Face, bodies, and minds are primitive paintings.

Making a living is a killing in Larchmont, N.Y.

Hold life tight with all its might.

Death will arrive but never leave.

Fly and cry a sigh but don't you ever die.

Takes time to know but it will always show.

Always riding over The Grand Concourse.

By Jonathan Billet