To Whom It May Concern

TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN:

WE ARE A MENTALLY ILL PATIENTS GROUP OF CITIZENS AGAINST THE WARS.  A NON-FOR-PROFIT, COMMON DENOMINATION, LOOSELY ORGANIZED, SENSELESS ORGANIZATION.  WE ARE AGAINST ALL WARS, RIGHT OR WRONG, TRUE OR FALSE, REAL OR IMAGINED.  WE ARE LIKE THE QUAKERS BUT WE ABSTAIN FROM THE OATS.  WE ARE DISORGANIZED AND VERY INFILITRATED.  WE ARE SPIES FOR THE F.B.I.'S.  WE ARE YUPPIES, YIPPIES, HIPPIES, AND FLAPPERS, TURTLE SNAPPERS AND HAND CLAPPERS.  ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS USE YOUR MIND ONCE IN A LIFETIME --------- BE A MEMBER OF "THE DEAD BEAT'S POETRY SOCIETY."  DON'T BUG OUR PHONES, WE'LL BUG YOURS.  OUR MOTTO IS "BE A PHONY."  FOOL EVERYONE BUT YOURSELF BY NOT VOTING.  BE A PART OF THE SILENT MAJORITY.  I MEAN THE REAL MAJORITY OF OUR COUNTRY, THE DEARLY DEPARTED.  ALL TOU HAVE TO DO IS STICK YOUR RIGHT INDEX FINGER UP YOUR LEFT NOSTRIL TO JOIN - CONTACT US AT: MASTER@THE.DUNGEON.COM



1.  JONNIE GOLDPRICK
2.  ANONYMOUS BOSCH
A.  RALPH NADELL
C.  DELLA STREEP
D.  LT. OHURU
G.  COL. SCHULTZ
3.  McARTHUR DOUGLAS
4.  WALT JACKASS
5.  COL. CORN FLAKE
6.  DAVID JONES
7.  PORKY PIG
0.  GRANDFATHER CLOCK

WE ARE BOARD CERTIFIED KOSHER RABBI PSYCHOLOGISTS UNDER

DIRECT SUPERVISION OF

DR. SIGMUND F. FUDD M.D. F.A.C.S.
N.Y. STATE PRACTICING PHYSICIANS

Lucky Leprechaun

"Lucky Leprechaun"

"Andy saw that mischievous leprechaun Shemus doing an Irish Jig up a gold tree while hunting green apples to feed a hungry soul on St. Particks Day."


- Billy

Paranormalic Views

"Paranormalic Views"

My neighborhood is located next to Mamaroneck Avenue, across the street from The Stop N' Hop right near the Bagel Shop.  I got ears bigger than my mouth and my neighbors like to blab more than they like to eat.  Happy God feed the hungry slobs.  The leaders switch on their electronic brains and nod their heads to and fro to indicate yes or no.

There were shots heard round the world at the local bars.  The only bars I know of are the bars at The County Penitentiary.  Support A Local Sheriff.

Remember, a good Revolution comes only after the spin cycle is on in the washing machine, after your clothes are done and dried.  Any corrections done to this writing must be done by the Corrections Officer in Cell #5.

By J. Billet's

03/07/12

Dear Mr. Billet:

The Board is in receipt of your fax dated February 25, 2011 regarding your change of address and party enrollment. 

The Board received a voter registration form for you on February 15, 2011 where you selected Other for your party enrollment and listed "Birthday Party" as your party name.  Unfortunately the "Birthday Party" is not one of the six major political parties recognized by the NYS Board of Elections, therefore your party enrollment will be listed as "Non".

In order for your change of party enrollment to become effective this year, it would have had to be received by the Board of Elections not later than the 25th day before the next General Election.  In 2010, that date would have been October 8, 2010.  Inasmuch as your change of party enrollment was not received until February 15, 2011, your NEW party enrollment will not become effective until after the November 2011 General Election.

On February 17, 2011, your apartment number for your address was updated to 2B.

We hope this clears up any confusion on this matter.

If you need any further clarification, please feel free to contact us.

Dear J. Billet,


Thank you for submitting your poems to Poetry International, they were moving and an absolute pleasure to read.  Unfortunately, these were received after our submissions period closed.  Please visit our website for information on the guidelines for our contests: the C.P. Cavafy Prize and the Poetry International Prize.


We wish you luck placing your poems elsewhere.


Best regards,
The Editors

Things Of Iron Rust

“Things Of Iron Rust”

Sequoias in the forest of Redwoods.

A maple leaf fallen in NY Autumn.

Twinkie, the tabby cat I knew.

Van Gogh’s orange beard in painted sunlight.

Old tin coffee cups rotted over years in rains.

Your hair of camomile ruby as bold and glowing as gold named after you.

Cans of Orange Crush soda I drank at grade school picnics.

J. Billet’s 03/01/12

The Seer

"The Seer"

Green eyes.

Blue skies.

A child cries.

Life dies.

Mother of pearl.

Father of swine.

Nothing gets me by like fine wine.

Give me a sign.

To pass by my door.

Lie on all fours.

On the bedroom’s hallway’s floor.

My feet dance in my seat.

Living is always short and sweet.

Never incomplete.

Too much heat down here?

I’m always near – have no fear.

Life is dear to a seer.

Sew, don’t go?

Oh, you’ll never know.

Billet 03/01/12