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

My Little Head

"My Little Head"

At night, he sees multi-colored lights.

Never frights, but has his flights.

Life is his fight.

Stars blind his bright darkness.

Shadows in his skies light up night skies.

There's something to be said for this little head.

He's alive, yet knows many who are dead.

He's still listening to what they said.

He'd rather be himself instead.

Life to him is not heard but read.

He stays well fed.

Is comfortable in his mind's bed full of lead on his meds.

j.billet's 10/18/11

My Lone Mountain Girl

"My Lone Mountain Girl"

Pearls for swine

Mother Earth's wine

We were always raving and misbehaving.

Love we made Lonely Mountain's orphan girl.

Like the Duke and Duchess of Earl.

We shared ice-cream Sundays full of vanilla, chocolate, banana, and strawberry fruit twirl.

All in a swirl.

Oh! What a whorl.

I had you for a wife.

But our love, like most, ended in rife.

Now I am a fief in that world's miserable life.

By Jonathan Billet

Spontaneous Reaction

"Spontaneous Reaction"

Twisted arms

Twisted legs

Twisted minds are dead.

Twisted feet.

Twisted chairs and twisted covered sheets in twisted seats.

Twisted trees like twisted knees swim in partially parted seas.

Circus fleas are always coping please in a twisted jail where they never make bail.

Crossed electrical wires start Holiday fires.

We are all sellers and buyers.

Midnight flyers.

Ashes in funeral pyres.

Muck in mires of mud.

You’re always bathing in the orange-blue soap suds.

Is it up to date to be late in your living fate?

I adore living in it after and before.

By Jonathan Billet

My Days

"My Days"

       Eyes Slurry

                                 Speech Blurry


Was a beat artist in the 50's.

Drank too much acid rain in the 60's - Shower Power!

Only wished yesterday was tomorrow.

Saw stuff through my ears and heard things with my eyes.

I have a problem with sounds.

The brothers of the earth are bananas for their monkeys.

P.S. - A thought for the day keeps the doctor away.

P.S.S. - Smiling everyday keeps the blues away.

An idiots idioms:

"A second at a time."
"If you are not part of a problem you must be part of a solution."
"Where were you when the pimples broke out?"


After the rain falls, my lover calls.  

Life can be a hard caller -
Sometimes I feel 10 feet small - other times taller.  

Winter snows fall as a baby learns to crawl.  

Without love, we would be nowhere at all.  

I'm writing on supermarket walls,

flying paper planes in museum halls,

as I walk under the Oregonian waterfalls.
In Suburbia, NY, Everything's still in Shitsville.

To My Old Doll Pag.

By And Love Jonathan Billet

A Place In Space

"A Place In Space"

I climb Jacob's ladder to the moon and back down again.

A wine connoisseur was on the earth's vineyard picking frozen grapes.

I have traveled a long way to get where I'm going.

The womb is eternal.

Life's a precious, given gift and death a permanent state of mind.

Like time, it comes and goes.

Floats and flows in everlasting streams of dreams.

To live is to love in a trance of romance.

It's always time to discover a new beat.

So give me 20 hands and feet.

Make love then repeat.

We will dance a dance in summer's heat.

A molten lava's plume in an afternoon's tomb. 

Tell me who you think I am.

I'll tell you who you are.

A stellar universe.

We are both in an Acela's race through time and space.

Very hot!

Are we not?

By Jonathan Billet 10/05/10

Cupcake's Shop

"Cupcake's Shop"

 I look into your eyes and see you in mine.

Mine in yours.

Pick up your love everywhere.

Can feel it, taste it, touch it, borrow it, and steal it.

You're worth all the world's costly goods.

Want to kiss your feet.

God's special treater, but tastier and sweeter.

Yet, you borrow for a stealing and give for a living.

Take me on your mind's travels.

Wherever you may go away, in my heart you will be to stay.

Echoed spoken words we spare can't compare to the love we share.

Empty silent time's space in this lonely place.

Shadows in your beautiful eyes reflect the light night summer's dawn skies in their orange highs.

All my loves thrill.

J. Billet

The NY Television Set

"The NY Television Set"

A happening may be when the TV shows film commercials being destroyed.


Then burning the networks' fall line-ups, live, on the air.


Did Dr. Phil meet Dr. Oz the Wizard?


See the strange people wearing orange gloves on their hands and feet?


Yellow and black striped, spotted purple polka-dotted bell bottoms.


Blue shows with green fedoras and a white silk shirt.


Sucking on rainbow colored lollipops.

By Jonathan Billet