Quotable

"Poverty sucks."


Col. Corn Flake

Letter from a priest

Dear Jonathan,


Once again I thank you for your poetry. You are truly gifted and I thank my God and yours for your life. Keep dreaming, musing and writing. You will be blessed abundantly. I am off again- this time to Texas for 2 weeks. 


Peace,
Frank

Elmo Lewis

"Elmo Lewis"

Elmo Lewis was a Rolling Stone on the wrong telephone.

The sun blocked its shadow.

Last night a full gold moon arose.

At the institute, Anonymous Bosch bit Vincent Van Gogh's toes to spite his nose.

A dead beat's Halloween.

The sober wind howls and blows.

The tunes flows to the rhythms of the singing in the back row at the show.

The junkies all overdose.

Smelling salts wake up the sleeping people praying at the Steeple.

A dreaded designer dog dines on delightful dinners.

Today, tomorrow was yesterday's Saturday.

Saturday turned to Sunday following last Monday.

My bluesday's birthday.

J. Billet's alias Anonymous Bosch

Karma and Dharma

Destiny was determined by a date with fate.

I met the barista at the methadone clinic and she told me the seconds we spent in the bath having a laugh were priceless to her.

We pulled up to the Esso Station where miles of our monotonous minutes were spent singing songs with yesterday’s horns.

I saw her at Aroma and told her I was addicted to the sixties.

She put her head on my shoulders and said, “you’ll be okay.”

I heard sweet lullabies in her eyes.

Throw my thoughts in the garbage.

The sanitation crew picks them up, recycles them, and then they are sent to Spain.

Am I a deadbeat poet from a newly born generation trying to capture his words with a butterfly net?

Will I ever grow up?

Flying and glowing like a fairy firefly.

I have traveled many miles in 20 years of thinking, and grown several inches too!

Do I juggle pumpkins at the town circus?

Will I ever share sweet tears with the world?

No funciono bien!

No tengo baterias.

Jonathan Billet

Obvious Obsession

"Obvious Obsession"

I is noivous in the office waiting room.


Waiting for the nurses to spread jelly on my belly to look for stones!


"I am a dead-beat poet and I know it!"


What did she mean by that one?


Sure, I dig for a life.


I wish people would stop digging me.


I'm a digger.


A-type beedle.


Quit digging me!


Bye, bye, Missy!


The designer wears red soles on his shoes.


He doesn't even know what color his townspeople in France color their toe nails!


U R A Squaw I Named Silver Crow Who Rides On - Golden Horse's Back.


There Will Always Be A Place In My Teepee's Heart For You - Thunderbird.


COUNTER REVOLUTION AROUND THE CLOCK?
DO THE HULA HOOP OR THE HOPSCOTCH WITH ME?
I MISSED THE WASHING MACHINE'S REVOLUTION BY 9 MONTHS.
I MUST BE PART OF AN INSURGENCY.
TO QUOTE THE OLD MAN, "A COLLECTION IS A PAYMENT. - NOTHING IS FREE."


I'LL WRITE AND RECYCLE SOME OF THIS GARBAGE AND SEND IT PAR AVION TO YOU.

j. billet's

Split Bit

"Split Bit"

My banana malt split its bits wits through its slits.


The shooting stars made a direct hit from Mars.


How much is our love worth?


All the pleasures we enjoy on this earth.


Treasures treasured in day-lit nights.


Everything we can compare in our universal share.


Sing a song of lustful joy.


The ultimate ecstatic dream in its heights is a supreme extreme.


A purple cloud hiding the moon's light.


Sheer delight!


A green, metal, teakettle will soon heat and whistle a new tune in an afternoon's June.


We are floating on a helium balloon around the moon.


Made love in your apartment's beautiful room.

By Jonathan Billet

Traveling

"Traveling"

We traveled from Constantinople to Grand Cairo.

Saw the rainforest in New Zealand.

The batteries in my car ran out of electricity.

I prayed at a Synagogue made of cedar wood on Christmas Eve.

We sacrificed to golden statues in Hollywood while the children of Liberia starved.

Can hear the flames blow while trees grow magically slow.

El mundo conticence omnes intentique era tenanabant.

A giant whale swallowed 1.000 ducats 400 fathoms below the ocean floor.

I was above taking a Holland-American cruise tour.

Scorpions hung flies from a barnyard's ceiling on gibbets.

I shot them down with my sling shot.

30,000 miles from Neptune rests a planted made of #8 billiard balls.

Where the orange and black ladybug crawls.

I climbed back to earth on a rope made of hemp.

Are we all Russian spies in Bigfoot's private eyes?

By Jonathan Billet 10/17/11