Drunk Skunk

                                                        "Drunk Skunk"

I'm lying in a park bench in the past.

Inebriated and half dead on booze.

I'd be better off instead, dreaming this at home, in bed.

Is this really in my head?

I sleep drunk and smell like an angry skunk, which stunk.

I can feel the weight of the world.

A ton of steel on top crushing me.

But that won't hurt me in a dream.

If the dream is real.

I feel like shouting a scream in this dream.

It's as frigid as dry ice and hotter than a molten lava stream.

No songs to play.

This and every day.

The dream is not here to stay.

But life will not pay.

But cost to age.

Said the fool in the cage.

In reality an enlightened sage.

Who is in the author's written page.

All the rage in a television's stage.

By Jonathan Billet - 12.05.13.

The Consistency Of Cosmic Jello

"The Consistency Of Cosmic Jello"

Thanks a thousand gallons of jello for all your favors.

Now I'm on top of Venus feasting on the jello.

Jokers talking about a poor fellow who's full of a billion tons of jello.

Tell them all to go to hello.

Hello is not yellow but a fiery red.

Hope I don't go there when I'm dead.

Better done than said.

My mind is traveling beyond the speed of light's rays throughout the universe.

My thoughts are time travelers.

If mars is red to a fly, than the universe is already dead.

All in a consistency of jello.

I'm really not anything but a mellow fellow.

By Jon Billet 12/03/13

Or Dead Mr. Ed       

Thanksgivin' At Grandma's Place

"Thanksgivin' At Grandma's Place"

So how's the ham and yam workin' out at Grama's Place?

Not to get yammed or damn spam on your turkey's computer.

My rabbi even got it.

That's no yam!

It's not that I am not a ham.

The broadcasts were all about Hanukkah songs.

This year, rarely done, Hanukkah and Thanksgiving were the same day.

You forgot your brisket.

Which you must admit is better than the dog biscuit Grammy feeds to her dog!

Her cat is lucky that she sticks to kosher cat yummy.

Yummy, yummy, in her tummy.

So Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours!

By and Happy Turkey - Jonathan Billet

On Hanukkah - 2013       

Life's Secrets

                                                             "Life's Secrets"

Don't sleep in a jar.

Live in a bar.

Take The Reading Railroad to Chicago.

Go swimming in Water Fountain Well.

You're jumping life's hurdles.

Riding on a purple stallion over a yellow medallion.

On an orange doubledecker bus built for two without you.

Smell a campsight fire cooking.

I see a flashlight emitting the sunlight.

Can't see you, but hear your echoes talking.

As you're walking down a wooded path.

While I'm bathing in my bath.

On a hot spring, at the top of Lone Mountain.

In San Francisco, U.S.A.  

By Jon Billet May 17th 2011

A Haiku From Katie

"A Haiku From Katie"

Hippie Hill to Jon

San Francisco misses you

Visit anytime       

A Cathartic Release

"A True Catharsis"

A believable catharsis is farting in the bathtub.

By Jonathan Billet

Close To Thanksgiving       

A City's Song

"A City's Song"

You are always coming along.

Humming and singing a song.

You're the city that never went wrong.

You endure and are strong.

People love the streets and buildings for their beautifully colored art.

They're always there for you to make a fresh start.

With the time you spend there, you never part.                 

To live there you must have plenty of love in your heart.

I miss the many cities' golden arks that I discovered in Frisco's parks.

Love to the city by the azure bay.

I am there to stay, nothing more can I say.

Love the Haight.

By Jonathan Billet 

11.23.13.