Black Sky

"Black Sky"



Purple grass is a gas.

So is pink ass.

Turkish hash is a smash with the lefties.

Rights don't smoke anything at all.

It makes them ten feet small.

Twenty inches tall.

Like inchworms, out of the leaves, they crawl.

For a dead fall.

One and all.

Jon Billet voted for Gus Hall.

Inside the black wall.



Jon Billet

-Gus Hall

11/21/15

Red Hot Rum

         "Red Hot Rum"                                                    





Frigid toes and hot red rum.

Laughter is to your tears as your nose is to your ears.

In life's fears you walk for years without any clothes.

Stand on your head and dance in a dream, on your feet.

You would like to pull up a chair and have a seat.

But there are no chairs anywhere around.

In a rain shower you were found.

You couldn't listen to sound.

Your feet and hands were tied and bound.



Downtown is a hundred miles away.

You having everything to say.

Your radios' play to pay.

In the dead of Winter's day.



But what you listen to is what you speak.

As you begin a new week.

You will gain what you seek.

It all makes you stop to think.



Share a rose glass of wine with me.

And try to listen as people see.

Join in the peppermint hot tea ecstasy.    



Your friend-Jon Billet
Revised 11.21.2015

Purple Planet

                              "Purple Planet"

In an Indian Summer it's -

"Purple Planet's majesty above a fruity plane."   

I am no cereal killer.

Except of course, for John Aroma's oatmeal.

With bananas and raisins I'd kill for.

When it reigns, it pours.

New orange dawn's cloudy daze.

All in a purple haze.

It's a spring shower's raise.

Right at the beginning of November.

Remembering seventy degree weather.

Did that happen at all or never.

Never ever weather in my fairy tale.

One November there was even hale.

In a changing weather that will never fail.

It's a pity they don't sell bagels and ale.

Set sail for the New World in the Aroma Roast Cafe's coffee or tea.

Is it just for me?

Jonathan Billet

Nov.16, 2015

Wanted To Be Floating On Air

                  "Wanted To Be Floating On Air"

To be in rhymes' time.

Singing a song.

Weakly strangely strong.

Sleeping in my dreams.

In the ruins of my mind.

I sit on a rock, counting the time.

Sandstone and lime.

Wake up to dawn's stoplight.

Dusk's night.

Stepped out of the wrong fight.

Don't know my own plight.

Have no sight.

Blew on the Birthday Party's candles with all my strength's might.

Could be wrong or right.

Never got uptight.

What is left to recite?

Nothing but spaces rhymes.

In different lines.

Andy Divine's place in space.

Slower than a faster pace.

Guitars have no bass.

An ace is always first in place.

There is just a speedy race.

At C.W.P. Pace.

An other face.

By Jonathan Billet

.11.13.15.

The Counterfeiter

                              "The Counterfeiter"



He writes with a counterfeit pen.

Picked up for free at the bank.

It's not the executive montblanc pen.

However, it gets him where he's going.

That and his ten-year-old computer that triple spaces when he writes double-spaced lines.

Occasionally it takes a crap in his counterfeit pants.

He's got a counterfeit heart, head, clothes, and shoes.

Socks full of counterfeit rocks.

On loan to him from some counterfeit spirits.

He's got a bankrupt family and has counterfeit millions to spend.

Better than any counterfeit politician.

By Jonathan Billet

11.17.15

Sleepless Eve

                                       "Sleepless Eve"

Staid up last night until dawn's early night.

In a daylight dreams the world is exactly what it seems.

There is no in between as the clouds burst at the seam.

It pours tears of joy all night long.

Just to hear me and the world sing our song.

Its twenty years old to this long song.

There is no left or right.

Right or wrong?



Michael and Carla think so.

They are man and wife for life.

There ideology transcends any theology and all psychology.

Is it Greek or Roman geek mythology?

Or an optical artist's ophthalmology?

Their beloved son Jordan's pharmacology?

They own a slush fund that ties them in knots.

While the vast majority of citizens goes for their crap and rots.

The knots and have knots.

So what?

Sew Buttons.




By Jon Billet

For A Roumell Associate Inc.

A Paradise Dreamer

"A Paradise Dreamer"



Up in a cloud he walks in his dream.
                       
A ladder to heaven.

Crying silently in a sleep.

He daydreams the night away.

While he's got nowhere to stay during the day.

Did you say it pays to stay in a play?

Or did I say it the wrong way?

Is it a moment's sway?

Wait for the tape next May.

It will say what is the right and wrong answer for today.


By Randy Billet
From An Idaho Tomato

Effervescent Glow

"Effervescent Glow"

Stars sparkle and grow brightly, then dimmer.

Trillions of stars glimmer in a dark black, lit sky.

Each sings its one lonely, only, own song.

Prancing to dancing time.

The moon lifts tidal waves hidden sunlight at night.

Glowing red sun keeps me warm.

Its filtered rays dance through my window.

Casting shadows on my bedroom walls.

Morning sunlight shows writing in shut eyes house's halls.

Dreams about swimming at the bottom of Niagara Falls.

An inner self stalls.

Wet dream beckons as dawn calls.

This world outside it bawls.




Jonathan Billet

-11.13.05

Destiny"s Fate

 "Destiny"s Fate"




A man was told by a God he believed in, when the

date and time of his death would be. He died of a

heart attack the same day worried about his

fates' destiny.



By Anonymous a.k.a. Jonathan Billet-jon.billet@hotmail.com
Jonathan Biilet

Of Fortune Cookie Fame

Call

                        "Call"

I got a lovely poem from God in the mail.

But I couldn't respond because there was no return address.

It was post marked from Chapel Hill, N.C. dated 05.10. 54 B.C.E.

Received a telephone call from Gus Hall on the purple line.

Took a train on the Metro Line to Chapel Hill.

My telephone number had been turned off due debt collectors.



Saw twenty doppelgangers crossing the street at a downtown's white light.

Looking out my apartment building window.

Walked from Chapel Hill to Valhalla to see my M.D.

That's Route 33.

Met with Gus Hall, Mayor Lansky, and Lawrence Welk at

The International House Of Pancakes.

All four of us played football for The New England Patriots.

We were called the B Four.



There are fifteen Jonathan Billets in the U.S.A.

Met them all at Aroma Cafe for my birthday on May 10th, 1990.

I go under many names.

All the names in the world, including Gus Hall, Mayor Lansky, and Lawrence Welk.

All of us are my doppelgangers.

Was taking The Metro North to New York City.

Had to get off in New Rochelle.

I was Clark Kent and Lois Lane got on the train at Larchmont.

Went inside a bathroom at the station and changed into Superman.

Flew to New York City to attend a doppelgangers' convention.

Took the train back to Larchmont and had a Chamomile Citrus Iced Tea.

A whole crowd of my fellow doppelgangers were there including Dave and John.



 Jonathan Billet-11.11.15

God At John Hopkins

 "God At John Hopkins"



What is the magician's position on the human condition?

The absurd is an artist's rendition.

A poem about a magic box with toys of joys.

A Pandora's locks.

The physician had a premonition.

About God at John Hopkins.

Lost the patients.

Release from the peace.

She's vacationing in the Keys without a valise.



Jonathan Billet-

-11/09/15

A Poem In The Sack

                "A Poem In The Sack"




Was Thinking Of A Mango Mix Day At The Cafe.

When And Where You Would Serve My Heart.

It's Heavenly Mornings Delight Bright Light.

Sunshine Wine's Divine Cup.

The Sky Is A High In Our World Downside Up.

My Ocean Waves Full Moon Night's Tug.

You Carry A Full Chest Stack.

I Give You A Lot Of Flack In The Sack.

Always Giving It Back!

From Your Joy Boy.



Jon Billet

-11.09.15.

The Panacea

"The Panacea"



                                                                              

A cure for which there is no malady.

Drinking a mocha in The Purple Slippers' Cafe.

It's oil has tons of organic orgasms' white soil.

I'm dyslexic and slightly colorblind.

Need a release from the jail police.

My mind's car radiator is boiling.

Gas is leaking.

Don't go anywhere without any air.

Find the star to the next floor's dream.

In Aroma, I say hello to John and Devon.

It's laughter's heaven.

Purple dawn's dawning.

The downtown is yawning.



Jon Billet's- 11.08.15

Behind The Ire

"Behind The Ire"

Distant planet in a frigid ice age.

Evolving show, ever so slow.

Fire white hot wire heater is a burning glow.

In winter snow the winds begin to blow.

Our planet's oceans waters start to overflow.

Behind someone's mind.

Life can be cruel and unkind.



Theater of the absurd which is divine.

Poetic words that were made for rhyme.

Fairy tale found in sublime time.

Loving song's sign.

Which is as rich as a diamond mine.

Secret golden gardens are very fine.

Dream sleeping while drinking wine.



Moments in the sky.

Time passing by.

All to get a high.




Jonathan Billet

10-30-15

A Million Dollar Suit

                                    "A Million Dollar Suit"

I lost plenty of loot in my million dollar suit.

Heard Gabriel's horn toot.

My shoes are worth more than my suit.

When will I ever learn how to spell?

Time rhymes with lime.

Nothing said that wasn't already spoken.

Some mouths are broken, others open.

When are they going to stick the rope outside in?

Just hanging around Times Square.

How do I dare?

Is it fair?

A stallion mounting a mare.

Yesterday always goes.

It goes on and on.

So don't ask Jon.

Ask Kim The Jung what his father sung.

Bells rung and alarms imploded in my head.

Are we the living dead?



Jonathan Billet

11-02-15

Multiple Colored Flame

"Multiple Colored Flame"




In my heart there is a multiple of colors' flamed.

You warm my soul.

Watching me a I sleep on a bench.

Drawing it like I was a monk.

Watching the time go by.

Sunshine in my soul.

The garden stroll.

Half and half makes the whole.

Life takes a toll.

Outer spaces have their black hole.

White light is a burning star falling to earth.

Mercury is missing the moon.

More of the sun's proximity.

It's hot up there.

                                              

Jonathan Billet

11-02-15

Star Bright's Delights

"Star Bright's Delights"



Summertime at midnight light.

The break of dawn.

Plays a new song.

What is right may be wrong.

A tall tale is often long.

Big is small.

My prayers are found inside the wall.

Mystical springs have is all.

There is no snow in the fall.

In winter I hear your call.

Outdoors Hawaiian waterfall.




Love J. Billet's

11-01-15

Superstition Is An Apparition

                             " Superstition Is An Apparition"



library magician -

That is above and beyond superstition.

E=Mc2 -

Ask any politician.

We applause for an intermission.

Einstein's nuclear fission.

With sighted vision.

A guru's intuition.

I live at an institution.

I can't hear people talking because they are not saying anything.

What is bought we bring.

To buy is a worthless steal.



In The New Deal I slipped on a banana peel.

Copped my feel.

Isn't living for the real?

Is death phony?

Imagined in the mind.

Like a bargain, a steal's find!



Love is missing when you are not kissing.

To school with you!

Life is a classroom's delight.

Despite my fright.



Jonathan Billet

- 11-1-15

Impression In My Mind

"Impression In My Mind"

I was unimpressed when you undressed.

A hot stream arose from your body.

It was ungodly.

Oddly I really couldn't care less.

You did your best.

I need from you a rest.



We have been married for a lifetime.

Is this the wrong or right time?

To give you a different rhyme.

Minding my business in a shadow's mime at a park's bench.

You should mind your own.

The moss gathers a stone.

You text all night on your phone.

I throw you a bone.

My life to you, I loan everything I own.



I am not impressed by your mink stow.

To you nothing I owe.

I know you, elsewhere you will go, by your paddle boat feet's row.

With it my mind will flow.



Jonathan Billet

10-31-15

Yellow Tea

"Yellow Tea"



You See Me As I See You.

I Saw You As You Saw Me.

A Love Comes To Me For Free.

What Is, Is Not Meant To Be.

Paddling Your Boat In The Peppermint Sea Of Green Tea.                             

The Papers Cover Foreign Policy.

Ice Ages Are Melting In History.

That, Only The Truly Liberated Can See.

Laughter Is Only A Part Of A Lovely Personality.

Happy Halloween's Turkey.

I Love You Pliny.

Essence Of The Essene, With Which The World Will Never Agree.

A Lovely Tapestry For Destiny.

Read Over Carefully.




Jonathan Billet

10-31-15

Poetry's Rediscovery In A Recovery

                                   "Poetry's Rediscovery In A Recovery"

A lost poem is as worthless and replaceable as an old non-deposit bottle is.

Once in a noon's tune comes a purple moon.

Everyone is as strange as you are to them.

A song without a singer is a horseshoe game's ringer.

Living answers grow in trees.

Life can't be as crazy as it seems.

Chamomile citrus tea reacts to me like catnip does to a kitty.

Atenolol tastes just like Barbasol Shave Cream.

I like a barbers' towel's hot steam.

Love the Met's baseball team.

Fans scream in my dream.

Which is the poet's paper ream theme.




By Jonathan Billet