A Hit Or A Minus

"A Hit Or A Minus"

Stars are really exploding cigars.

There were Men from SARS @ One could catch Milky Way Bars.

The constellations were creations stored in a paper jar.

Close by wasn't far.

The oceans had no beach.

Students started to teach.

Clowns preach.

A peach is a pear.

Lives were fair.

A bear had no hair.

It was impolite to stare.

Who really could care?

A tape recorder is really a court reporter who has a disorder.

There was no call for law @ order. 

If you decided not to post bail.

Then play monopoly and get out of jail free.

It would be anarchy.

All to see from The Sea Of Tranquility or The Sea Of Plastic Jelly.

I'll have another iced tea.

It helps me see while up in a tree.

Eternity is the infirmity of stupidity.

Coincidentally the canoe isn't down Shit's Creek.

It's up Shit's Creek.

By Jonathan Billet and Molly Dudette 01/01/14       

For My Love

"To My Love"

My love, to me, you are the sweetest song ever sung.

Heaven's most delicious nectar ever imbibed by the Gods.

A rare culinary treat tasted by starving taste buds.

All the finest art work created by man.

A gift only God could make with a loving hand.

A strongest pull on all the planets.

The deepest of green seas.

The tallest Himalayan mountaintop.

All riches that men can buy.

The abyss' inferno of tears in  all the suns' universes.

A freezing glacier at the north pole.

My very soul.

The most mysterious black hole.

God's creation.

My adoration knows no limitation.

Infatuation is all I feel for you in this endless love.

It was sent by time's empty outer space from above.

By Jonathan Billet

12/28/13 To A. Dudette       

Post This Please

"Post This Please"

DEAR ANDY,

I'M AFRAID IF YOU DON'T POST ME I'LL DRINK SO MUCH

WATER THAT I'LL BECOME WATERLOGGED.  IT TOOK ME 2

DAYS TO FORM THE OCEANS.  I'M THE JOLLY, YO-HO-HO-

GREEN GIANT!!!...

By Jonathan Billet alias THE WIZ KID 12.26.13.       

Contrasts

"Contrasts"

Black is white and white is black.

Black and white is white and black.

White against black and black against white.

Blue is gray and gray is blue.

Blue and gray is gray and blue.

Grey against blue and blue against grey.                       

She is me and I am her.

She and me and me and she.

She against me and me against her.

Man is nature and nature is man.

Man and nature is and nature and man.

Man against nature and nature against man.

Jon is me and I am Jon.

Me and Jon is Jon and me.

Me against Jon and Jon against me.

Forward is backward and backward is forward.

Backward and forward is forward and backward.

Forward against backward and backward against forward.

A circular square is not a square circle.

Hate is the love and lost love is the Haight.

By Jonathan Billet

12.26.13.       

Spilling Out Old Milk

"Spilling Out Old Milk"

Plain yogurt condensation of evaporation in refrigeration.

Constellation of stars moving at a snail's pace.

The cookie jars full of ice-cream bars next to the T.V. stars melting on mars.

The human race is burning out as stars or women's cigarette butts do.

Burnt wood smokes.

Fireplaces full of soot.

Put the right sock on the wrong foot.

Singing an old Kentucky song.

Spitting out cherry pits at Finnegan's goat.

Seeking passage on a brand new boat.

As long as it can float in a tub of gin.

All in a pin underneath a zebra's skin.

Welcome to the 12 cities of sin.

Memphis is not included and neither is Thebes.

Egypt fried to roll and rock after it cried and died.

Mired with fired flames.

By Jonathan Billet

Christmas Day 2013       

Heaven's Boardwalks

Heaven's Boardwalks"

The Chief told me there were heavens on the boardwalks.          

Didn't give that secret information out to anybody else.

In this territory's universe of cloudy white skies.

Is it a dream I had on a dark, mysterious, mischievous, night?

Or was he pulling my leg to make me give it all up?

I'd rather not share my secret's tonight.

But I can tell you they make me feel like sharing the love I once had.

All in a strange city.

Strolling in the past of December last.

By Jon Billet 12/19/13       

Hand For The Big Applesauce's Bars' Hangovers

"Hand For The Big Applesauce's Bars' Hangovers"

Applause for the apple's sauce.

It might sound like guitars.

But it's actually me throwing up at the bars.

I feel like I'm so drunk that I'm floating on Mars.

It's barhopping for Christmas as one of Santa's elves.

The liquor is stored on the establishment's shelves.

For all to inhabit on a bar stool while imbibing seven elevens.

Tom Collins is his name.

He thinks he's very drunk but he knows not.

It shows up in his pale face an awful lot.

But his gut is shot and he'd rather be smoking pot.

Maybe some day they will have pot bars.

Take as much crap as you want but don't give any away.

So they say!

But it always costs to pay.

It's like a pun's play on the words.

Herds and herds of hummingbirds.

Such a delight can only be seen on a big screen.

It's all a part of the scene in a lark.

Like Mr. Clark Kent's cigarettes are.

Found in a timeless star.

On a bar stool in the bar.

Have you been that far in your favorite cookie jar?

Drink and be jolly.

For this is no folly.

By The Guy Known Ollie.

Also Alias Jon Billet 12.21.13...