A Life

"A Life"

Walking my dog up and down around a circular Ferris wheel.

It's just like the hands of a clock moving in circles.

God doesn't listen to those who shout.

Or can't hear them very well.

Very old age usually means poor health.

That's like losing all your money.

If you haven't already lost it.

Old age can be poverty.

Is there a future to look forward to?

Or were the good times in the past?

Beans are on the counter.

But I can't count them up.

How much does it add up to with all the division and multiplication.

Speak nothing of subtraction.

People are living in the same math world. 

They can't understand the math because they speak different languages.

Have different cultures.

Breathe different air.

Survive in different living quarters.

Earn different amounts of money.

Eat different food.

Some eat dog food while others starve to death.

It's a man made disease.

I sleep with my dreams.

Hope for the best!

Expect the worst.

God's good to the lucky ones.

Water and food come from a subconscious desire.

I'm going to see revealed.

I can't understand what everybody's talking about.

I don't understand Yiddish.

Where are the crowds of people headed in such a rush?

Love the math.

Life never adds up.

But it pays plenty.

Such are trivialities. 

By Jonathan Billet 01/06/14       

Fools' Paradise

                                                          "Fools' Paradise"

Starfish glowing in the dark.

Fish translucently lighting up in different colors.

East is east, west is west, and never the twain shall meet.

Like the two lovers never did.

I am just rolling stones off a cliff.

God's revolution died last year.

They had a funeral for it in The Haight.

Ashes were burnt.

Profanity is man's worst enemy.

Be simple.

Nature is truly cruel.

Made luxurious for the fool.

Go find a school.

Wondering where you are tonight.

Under dark, clouded, skylight.

The moon and stars glisten all day and night.

We are just unaware of it and don't care for true beauty.

It's happening to you too.

Old life isn't new.

It's just done and through.

So watch it as it disappears with you!

In new skies.

By the morning at four A.M.

Every day you die a little more.

It's an opening to a new door.

Above the store

Which is where I visit my friends.

By Jonathan Billet 01/06/13

3 North

"3 North"

One of the legs of the bed makes his belongings secure on the floor.

The weight of his heavy body while he sleeps.

Nobody will steal his valuables at the homeless shelter.

Another soul is a mangled body with a shriveled arm and part of a leg.

He jumped in front of the 5 subway in the Bronx while smoking crack.

In again for the crack habit.

They are both distant relations of planets in other solar systems I saw.

Count your blessings and I'll count mine.

Drug dealing is going on at the ward in a discreet manner.

I hope I don't have to end up on the ward again.

There's another guy in there who just got out of prison.

Scared and nervous he will do something which will wind him up back in.

Who would want to end up back in a sanitarium?

Dave's coming back to the Aroma Cafe where I inhale the coffee bean dust.

I choke on the coffee dust beans.

But the people are the opposite of what they are in the institution.

I'm just getting into a class where we can express our feelings.

That is, if we get up in time.

Belongings get ripped off from you, especially money.

Quarters for the telephones are worth millions, they're so much in demand.

The money left me cared for by a guardian my family court-appointed.

Part 2:

My run down apartment in White Plains switching to downtown San Francisco.

I guide my gondola down an aqueduct that has large walls and shallow water. 

Sometimes, in a dream, I drudge through the waterway. 

Near the downtown in White Plains is an apartment building I could rent.

I live there and the space is wide on the floor.

With a mailbox outside the back screen door which is dusty.

The jet's lights are on and the skies are lit up.

Down below San Francisco's lights are visible.

By Jonathan Billet 01/04/13       

Pot's Law

"Pot's Law"

It's high past the time that we change the pot law.       

SKAKEL!!!!

Dear Editors,

If Michael Skakel was dark skinned and was from

the Swendy tribe and not the Kennedy

clan - he doesn't get out of the country

club on bail to be set free - instead he gets

in the federal penitentiary for a new life 

sentence - regardless of how many appeals he makes 

or how unfair the sentence is.       

Flipping The Lid

"Flipping The Lid"

On New Year's Eve I was shooting vodka out of a water gun in Times Square.

Drinking orange juice from the neighborhood's water fountain at a local bar.

I slept on a park bench in Central Park.

Spent The 4th Of July Celebrating Christmas In Australia.

The gloves I wear make my hands freeze in the heat.

People are flipping their wigs and so am I.

I'm bald.

You know it's sad when people feel they have to wear rugs on their heads.

Soon they'll be draping their bodies with window shades!

All my love from San Francisco.

Jon Billet 01.02.14.       

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