A Different Date

"A Different Date"

It got hotter than heaven in hell's Haight.

Hippy Hill even turned straight.

I saw a man making love to his mate

underneath the tall grass at the golden gate.

I wish I had such a date with fate but

life isn't that great.

Who will read such a pitiful tale?

If I am writing and fail,

Then these words belong in a garbage pail

full of junk.

Say hello to the

Fran San Cisco punk with

his feet up his ass

and his brain in a funk.

Jon Billet
11/29/12

Press Release

Gus Hall And Us All Had Contacts Within The Cuban Army

Through The C.I.A.  Russian Mobster Terrorists Were Being

Tracked By U.S. Homeland Security.  The Culinary Institute

Of The Arts In Valencia, California Was Controlled By The

Governor Of California At The Time.  Hall And The Army Had

Possession Of All The Intelligence.  This Is Not To Say The

Premier Was Ignorant Of These Facts.  The Truth Hurt And

The Embargo Was Going To Be Lifted Anyway.

Press Release
11/25/12

After Sunlight

"After Sunlight"

You used to feed my happy heart with beautiful song.

Everything is now broken down and tragically wrong.

I can't live if you should choose to leave me.

My eyes would refuse to see the season's skies.

Highs would turn into melancholy blues' lows.

Deadly blows.

Summer suns' hells would change to winters' frozen wells.

Your love is like wondrous temperamental spring and fall.

You make love everything and all.

Your love will last as long as I can remember.

By Jonathan Billet

Night 11/23/12

Drag II

“Drag II”

A bright light blinds all sight.

War is a sore where I saw my Uncle die in a dream's roar's snore.

Played chess in nursery school.

One heart beats the same way ten do.

The human race will disappear without a trace.

You're like a broken harp string or a bee that has no sting.

City Hall will fall like me.

Climb your wall.

Time will never stall.

Despite it all.

By Jon Billet -
Welcome Home Jake

Skipping Shadows

"Skipping Shadows"

Galaxy tripping.

Candles dripping.

Water sipping.

Waitress tipping.

Paper ripping.

Flipping and skipping.

Shadows caught in daylight.

Soldiers fight with all their might.

Men are blind and God has lost height.

If you were looking down, you'd lose your sight.

Day would turn into night.

Everybody thinks they're right.

Fate deals hate.

Life charges to high a rate.

The human trait.

A parking ticket.

Take a stamp and lick it.

Eat a grape pit.

Catch a ball in your baseball mitt.

Just think and sit.

My suit doesn't fit.

Want a cup of tea?

Love from me to you.

Together we are like epoxy glue.

I'm the boy they call Sue.

By Jonathan Billet

Your World

"Your World" - Dedicated to F. Sinatra

Worship air.

Worship space.

Worship water.

Ask for a society of law and disorder.

Is life to short?

Too long?

Like a sea song?

Is life right?

Is it wrong?

Did it start before it was gone?

End before it started?

Print today on paper.

Birds sing aongs.

Despite life's wrongs.

Through time, we will race through the universe.

To another planet.

Where you will stay.

I will leave.

Through all storm.

Just to stay warm.

Another time, another place.

Just an old-fashioned car chase in the human race ran by days.

Me after you.

You after me.

Please.

I love you-

And only you.

Something stolen.

Something new.

In Tahiti, an artist lived and died in dried oil paint.

To live such a fate is rare.

Give me air.

The moon, stars, and sun above.

By Jonathan Billet 11/19/12

Apollo

“Apollo”

To Me, U R The Mythological Goddess Apollo.

The Soul People Watch U Perform With Ur Spirituality.

They Know U R An Electric Soul Sister Named Dudette.

Every Soul Man Loves His Dudette.

I Am 1 Of Many Such Men.

Only U Can Absolve Me Of My Sins.

Are They Forgiven And Forgotten?

U Kill Me With Ur Love!

By Jonathan Billet 11/17/12