We Were There

"We Were There"

Big mouths have small minds!!!...

Or is it small minds have no hearts?

To see for 0 dollars and free cents!

Did you hear they closed down the doors

to the motion picture theaters!

Right next to the train station.

Love You - Jon

Hypertension

"Hypertension”

I overdosed on popcorn.

Hyperventilated on caffeinated coffee.

To be not or not to be.

Just The Sea Of Tranquility.

The Regina Music Box plays Elvis.

Did the Music Box have its say?

Do they?

“April Showers Bring Spinning Flowers."

The flour's in the sack!

So, bring it all back.

To stay.

Until May.

By the blue’s bay.

Start a new day.

By Jonathan Billet – 04.14.14.       

A Ubiquitous Life

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          "A Ubiquitous Life"                  

Lovely Lois Lucinda was a million miles away from home.

That's where she should have been if she could have been.

Turned the other eye and saw Jay Walker crossing the street.

Fellow travelers.

Walking talkers.

It was love at the first night.

They got married within a month.

Lovers' mimes.

Full of life's rhymes.

They rode a roadster to Rio.

Lived in the coconut trees with the birds and the bees.

Dug for clams in the sands.

Atheists' party enthusiasts.

To be by the sea in tranquility.

Always a possibility.

People stranger than their imaginations.

They are strangers to unknown language spoken by immigrants.

Afraid of strangers like themselves

Petrified in the unknown.

Nothing is seeing that isn't already shown.

Stranger than the mentally ill.

They are mentally ill.

Confused like they've had their shoelaces thrown out.

An enlightened few don't even wear laces on their footwear.

Commuters always use the "T" word for trains.

The world has been trained to derail.

Show me a person and there's a stereotype for him.

An image and I'll give you a mind.

Give me a taste and I'll give you a food.

Let out a tune and I'll give you a song.

Throw me a match and I'll light a candle.

I know nothing but what I think I know.

Sometimes I even think I can see air.

But I'm really blind.

Can't see what isn't really there but appears to be.

I can't see anything out there.

By Jonathan Billet 04/16/14       

Complex

"Complex"

My best laid plans. 

Laid to waste. 

The hobgoblins of suspicious minds.

They'll come and get me.

How did we get to this place in inner space?

We ran the race standing in place.

Your face was displaced by by a current pace in outer space.

Tortured tantrum.

Mantra's tantra.

All is lost.

Missing and never found.

Bound by my head and hands.

Ears and eyes.

Nose and toes.

Hips and thighs.

Said my goodbyes. 

In my dreams.

Streams of subconscious.

I have one minute until my mind explodes.

Thought I kept from the world.

Symptom or solution?

Ending in a river's revolution.

Mind pollution.

On my way to another institution.

- 04/14/14 By Jon Billet & Nick Nack Productions       

Monopoly Money

“Monopoly Money”

I came into some money.

Thrown into shock.

Went to the pub on frugal MacDougal in Greenwich Village.

Walking backward and upside down I’m so happy.

Eating vanilla ice creams and sipping red wine through a straw.

Will more come my way?

Hard to say on this great day.

Is this a monopoly’s game bank error?

Or have I struck out?

Is this a permanent condition?

Or monopoly’s tradition?

Am I the thimble or the horse?

What's the source?

Par of course!

Is this a worldwide divorce?

Whole in one.

Jonathan Billet -04.13..14...       

My Inspirations

"My Inspirations"

My father opened the door of inspiration for me.

On a gray May Saturday.

Piled high up to my sky.

He will write when the thoughts come.

Mornings, afternoons, or nights.

It's always an emergency to be.

There's no warning when it will come.

Some is the many.

And they come plenty.

Up and down, down and up they bounce in my mind.

It's signed from number seven heaven.

Or do these thoughts derive from purgatory?

They are usually hot enough to do so.

Sometimes people think they are colder than down there in hell.

Pray tell.

Do so please.

With all your ease.

The time seize.

Blowing away today and tomorrow.

No sorrow there or here.

Yesterday was inspired as is today and tomorrow will be!

Love these slow days rushing by.

By Jonathan Billet 04/12/14        

Problem Solving

                                    

                                                       "Problem Solving"

What's the problem?

The problem is the solution.

The world's woes could be solved.

But that won't happpen because it wouldn't be cost effective.

The governments of the world share duplcity in this scheme.

It's a plan, to put it mildly, to keep things costing money until the end of times.

Somebody has to stay rich.

Always the emerging powers keeping the rest of the world in chains.

Even when there is a little hope, it always gets crushed by the powerful.

Money doesn't control everything.

But the power behind it does.

There must be rich and poor, sick and well, lost and found.

Born and killed.

We know who's at fault.

Screw the world and keep it screwed.

There's profit to be made.

Please do your best to change this farce.

By Jonathan Billet - 04.08.14.