Saturday, August 30, 2014

Afternoon Fun

 "Afternoon"



Went to get some clothes.
I stopped at Mickey D's in Port Chester.
This was so I could take an ocean trip.
The sand is pink and the ocean a deep blueish green.

I wish I knew what I was writing about.
Never know what I'm writing about.
But who does?
Does anyone know what they're writing about?
Takes all the time in the world to find out.
Then it's too late.

But why can't I be rolled?
Rolling in the back alleys.
Like a bowling ball.
Cast your aspirations on me and I will cast my shadow on you.
Have you seen your mother standing in the shadow's alley?

I can eat a good meal but I can't make one.
I can make a good shit but I can't take one.
Neither can most of the world.

Just the same it always rains on me!
Cats, dogs, headlines, and policymakers.
Not enough but many too.

Ice is cold and the sun is not.
Imagine if it was all pot.
I'd like to rot on my pot.
I can't get off it.
It's like I'm addicted.
I'm either constipated or have diarrhea, morning, noon, and night.
I'd like my epitaph to read, "I can't get off my pot."
Better off read than dead!
A post nasal trip!



By Jonathan Billet
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Voyage

"Voyage"




The voices you hear in your head are real.
Stepping inside out.
Did I fall outside in?
I sat in a chair and shook hands while clapping my feet.
I'm running for something.
Or am I running away from myself?
Always running on air but can't walk on water.
Can walk to the cafe and get some of the elephant's shitty coffee.
The lean tasting green bean's caffeine.
Last call for coffee before the ship sets its sails.
Pails of sands and flavorite ales.
To Bermuda I go where the sands are pink.
In Australia the sinks run backward.
Cars in England have the driver's seat on the right side.
I want to go to a Scottish isle.
But hot's good too.
I love a horizontal breeze.
On the major seas.
Mishegas Teas.




By Jon Billet 08.20.14 

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

The Tea Leaves


"The Tea Leaves"




The pomegranate tea tastes like wine.

Not by its own design!

You're sweeter than all that.

I'm just the lonely cat.


Happy Birthday Dudette!
My Sweetest Pet.                

By Jon Billet
08/19/2014

Heaven Above


                         "Heaven Above"



Barista, look at the sky above.

See your salvation in golden stars of love.

Do a tango in the summer's sun moonlit heaven.

A tattoo of your true love lies in a treasure trove. 

Your dreaming about your reality in deep thought.

It is a test to man's warmth and passion to himself.

Compassionate sir, I must implore, what for and why?

Don't get high, sing a soft lullaby to the sky instead.

After all, the sand is white, ocean blue, and planet mars red.

It's not what you read, but what I heard you said.

If true I'd be better off dead, in a bed, resting my head.

Cemetery sneezes, due to winter breezes.

Weather broadcasters are forecasters of disasters.

Masters of the world's doom, in all its gloom.

You'll find me, vacillating in my upstairs room.

Sun's mirrors reflecting the afternoon.



Prologue:



I heard Steve was doing fine hiding behind a ball of twine.

Waiting for eastern and western sunshine.

Never the twain shall meet.

Except in a monopoly board street.

So sit down and clap your feet.

The treat will be contained in a tweet.




By Jonathan Billet

A Rock Never Dies


                   "A Rock Never Dies"


  
A rock never dies.

A bullet never cries.

Books' writings are smashed.

The sun has crashed.

The world is asleep on its feet.

The streets go nowhere.

Know nobody.

Especially not the people who pass over them.

They'll die and forget the name of the streets.

Then the streets will be torn up and replaced.

It's well spaced.

Based on the time that is always paced.

The people will always be misplaced.

Lost somewhere, in another space, comfortably placed.



By Jonathan Billet 08.11.2014
To My Bud Bruce S. 

Hollywood's Dregs' Druggies


"Hollywood's Dregs' Druggies"



Hollywood overdose.

Less than a crime's victim.

They were great in their day.

But they had nothing to say.

Except words that were already spoken.

Hooray For holly days.

Hi holy Hollywood.

Drug dazed holidays.

Every day is a drugged holiday.

Every word a slurred moment.

A true epiphany.

Not to be to be.

It seems to me to be.

Everyone of us for free?

Just joining the in-crowd's social setting.

Before the daily and final blood-letting.



Dedicated To A GRATEFUL DEAD FAN - By Jonathan Billet 08.15.2014

Running Noses


"Running Noses"




Humans have leaky noses.

Old dogs have snotty, running eyes.

In nature's disguises.

Under northern guises' skies.

The sun doesn't show, making the flowers grow.

The winter time makes the icy rivers stop their flow.

The bees won't pollinate the gardens' trees.

It is below zero in temperature's degrees.

It's such a freeze that the tropics have no breeze.

The world lets out a gigantic sneeze.

I am high off organic, decaffeinated, chamomile citrus iced teas.

Sitting in the reclining chair clapping my knees.

Feasting on my food for thoughts' ideas.

The man's on the radio bragging about the consistency of peas.

With a voice made to please with skilled ease.

Searching for this flavorful, fine cuisine, in my chauffeured limousine.



By Jon Billet - 08.16.2014

Turning Tables


"Turning Tables"



Turn the tables around.

Toss the chairs upside down.

Tear the clouds from the sky.

Pull the moon and stars from their high.

Watch Saturn spin.

The Beatles will flip their Whigs.

As a new world stops revolutions and digs. 

Sweet Mary Jane got smoked on an airplane.

All the while, I was going very insane.

Quite inane, all the same.

What did you say was your given name?

I know the game.

You put out my fire's flame.

Which mirrored the sun out of my window pane.

It started to rain as the world was released from its pain.

Really a drain on my brain.

Now I am turning sane.

Once, twice, three times again.

Close your eyes and count to ten.

Then go chew on your Fen Fen. 


Love You Andrea! P.S. HAPPY B DAY! You were born on every summer's morn that will be forever more!!!...
By Jonathan Billet- 08.15.2014...

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Seeking Dawn's Time


"Seeking Dawn's Time"



Zoo keepers trained the flea circus to play on a Steinway.  

I ate a full moon from a silver spoon.

The green phones on three north were ringing.

Yellow hummingbird was singing.

A page was turned and books were burned.

Walnuts cracked and computers were hacked.

A jet was traveling to a distant shore as the neighbors got robbed next door.

It's time to stop silently singing of the birds.

In silence's outer space there will be no time.

Will there be another tomorrow?

Asked the man in his sorrow.

I tried to agree but could not follow.

Always follow your sorrow.

Like a shadow.

The sun has no glow.

So what is so is so.

Never let the show go.

Let it flow!



By Jonathan Billet 08/13/14        

Scanning A Time


"Scanning A Time"




I ate a full moon from a silver spoon.

The green phone from three north was ringing.

A yellow hummingbird was singing in a cage.

A page was turned and books were burned.

Walnuts cracked and computers were hacked.

A plane was flying to a distant shore as the neighbors got robbed next door.

A truck of migrants drove around in an orange grove.

In some border town that didn't make a sound.

It's bound to stop the holler of birds.

They're only trying to collect the dollar.

The border patrol made another collar.

Will there be another tomorrow?

Asked the man in his sorrow.

I tried to agree but could not follow.

Always follow your sorrow.

Like a shadow.

That has no glow.

So what is so is so.

Never stop your show!



By Jonathan Billet 08/13/14

Did I See You Tomorrow?


"Did I See You Tomorrow?"




Didn't I see you tomorrow?

Do I see you yesterday?

I know I'll always see you today.

That is, if you're willing to stay.

Say you will stay all the day.

Every day until you can't stay.

Who knows?

That may not happen until the tenth day of a previous May.

In our future.

Can anyone say when you stop to stay.

I'll shop around but it may never pay.

You can always have it your way.

May I stay?

I can only pray on this new day!

Wake up and come out to play every day this May!

Hey, I'd love it if you would stay each and every day.

But what the hey?

Don't be a naysayer.

Be a Saber Tooth Tiger and get me higher.

You fire flyer.

Higher and higher.

In this liar's mire!

Start my fire.

Be my buyer.

Fulfill our very desire.

Never put out that fire to quench my thirst.

I feel like I could burst.

With your joy you could never annoy.

Are you my ploy?

I'll always be your boy.

You are quite coy.

My little Goy!

Love you forever more.

Don't ever ignore.

My love for you.

My Mary Lou.



Love J. Billet's on 08.12.14.

Roxanne's Gas Land


"Roxanne's Gas Land"


DEAR ROXY-ROXS ON!
WRITE OFF!!!...
ROXY GOT MOXY!!!!-
WRITE OFF...ROXANNE!


YESTERDAY'S ILLUSION
IS TODAY'S DELUSION.
TOMORROW'S CONCLUSION.
SATURDAY'S SOLUTION.
IN LIQUID FIRES!!!!!


CHOIRS RUN INTO MIRES
OF SHIT!!!!...

SO GET OFF THE POTTY-

CAPTAIN MOONLIGHT
ALIAS  JON BILLET -08.12.14

Monday, August 11, 2014

Lone Mountain Sister


             "Lone Mountain Sister"                       

                


Kisses and hugs for each and every color of the rainbow.

On a San Franciscan rainy bluesy day.

Another boozy day I spent in bed with my orphaned lover.

Sweet Janie.

My dreams are in her eyes.

Cathartic screams and orgasms' cries.

Flies high in puffy clouded skies.

The truth never lies.

As profitable as the market sellers' buys.

Dressed in white suits and navy ties.

Imbibing on their scotch and ryes.

Heavenly blue skies in my shadow's mime.

Dies with the time.



By Jonathan Billet- 08.08.2014.        

St. Vincent's


       "St. Vincent's"



The Sisters act as beekeepers.

They raise the bees.

The bees pollinate the seas.

Also the trees.

I charge plenty of fees.

"I write the trash and sell it for cash."

Love eating the breakfast hash.

It's a smash with the sisters too.

There are a few at St. Vincent's Medical Center.

Where I live, from time to time.

At their cafeteria you can save a dime.

It's my mime time.

So if you think you would enjoy it there just quote a puzzling rhyme.

And they'll send you to one of the many rubber rooms.

That is if you keep singing those strange tunes.

It's worth the booties of the hot doubloons.  

Whose big boobs stick out like balloons.

They have the power to melt and float you away.

In a most mystical way.

A great way to spend a fascinating day.

I have no more to write.

Nothing more to say.

But life's fight is a magical night.

So stay out of sight.



Jon Billet-08.10.2014.       

Love In The Dark Park


                       "Love In The Dark Park"


My most tasty sweet peppermint striped hummingbird.
How I love cross pollinating and mounting with you.
You fell off the wagon like a drunk off a bar stool.
Remember that day the earth stood still for you?
The sun didn't even bother coming out to shine for a week.
We went to Central Garden and made love until the sun awoke.
In the sunlight we played on a seesaw and the swings.
Pumping one another back and forth in our youth.
Underneath a woolen comforter in the frigid winter snow.
It was there in Central Garden where I stroked your fair hair.
Our heads and hearts fit perfectly into one another.
As the storms passed us by in our dream.
Your lips were so soft to kiss.
Your body had its own alluring scent.
Those lovely days of the last century?
When we were still in our teenage years?
What curious things our minds were!!!
Not as curious as our bodies were!
We weren't really even there!
Me, the golden stallion, and you, my silver mare.
Life is cheap but can be fair.
To death it doesn't compare.
In this cupboard I find bare.



Love and By Jonathan Mark Billet---...
08.09.2014.        

Thursday, August 7, 2014

Cross Pollination


"Cross Pollination"



I want to get into your most beautiful hummingbird.

The Sisters Of Divine Compassion raise the bees in their garden. 

They pollinate a living tree and the dying seas.

The bees eat the fruits, vegetables, and nuts in the wilderness.

Shake a leg and pull a tooth for The Sisters.

Pull an arm off the dead mannequin.
  
Pray at holy places. 

To the Sisters at St. Vincent of Maria's.



By Jonathan Billet - 07.30.14. - 5 & 10 P.M.        

Blind Find


"Blind Find"



I am searching for something only the blind can find.

They don't even have to look to see.

Everything is opaque to them.

Transparent to politicians.

Translucent to the average citizen.

Three totally different views of the world's people.

I fit in all three, in my light's prism.

You see, I practice mysticism.

Don't live in this world of the average.

Live in the supernatural world of the poet.

That world is the size of a pinhead in the cosmos.

Los locos en la cabeza.



By Jonathan Billet _Dedicated To Andy's Photography

St. Vincent's Women


"St. Vincent's Women"



I want to get into your most beautiful hummingbirds.

The bees pollinate the fruits, vegetables, and nuts.

The Sisters Of Divine Compassion raise the bees in their garden.

Shake a leg and pull a tooth for The Sisters.

Pull an arm off a dead mannequin.
  
Pray at the old holy places.



By Jonathan Billet - 07.30.14. - !2:05 P.M.