Thursday, August 14, 2014

Roxanne's Gas Land


"Roxanne's Gas Land"


DEAR ROXY-ROXS ON!
WRITE OFF!!!...
ROXY GOT MOXY!!!!-
WRITE OFF...ROXANNE!


YESTERDAY'S ILLUSION
IS TODAY'S DELUSION.
TOMORROW'S CONCLUSION.
SATURDAY'S SOLUTION.
IN LIQUID FIRES!!!!!


CHOIRS RUN INTO MIRES
OF SHIT!!!!...

SO GET OFF THE POTTY-

CAPTAIN MOONLIGHT
ALIAS  JON BILLET -08.12.14

Monday, August 11, 2014

Lone Mountain Sister


             "Lone Mountain Sister"                       

                


Kisses and hugs for each and every color of the rainbow.

On a San Franciscan rainy bluesy day.

Another boozy day I spent in bed with my orphaned lover.

Sweet Janie.

My dreams are in her eyes.

Cathartic screams and orgasms' cries.

Flies high in puffy clouded skies.

The truth never lies.

As profitable as the market sellers' buys.

Dressed in white suits and navy ties.

Imbibing on their scotch and ryes.

Heavenly blue skies in my shadow's mime.

Dies with the time.



By Jonathan Billet- 08.08.2014.        

St. Vincent's


       "St. Vincent's"



The Sisters act as beekeepers.

They raise the bees.

The bees pollinate the seas.

Also the trees.

I charge plenty of fees.

"I write the trash and sell it for cash."

Love eating the breakfast hash.

It's a smash with the sisters too.

There are a few at St. Vincent's Medical Center.

Where I live, from time to time.

At their cafeteria you can save a dime.

It's my mime time.

So if you think you would enjoy it there just quote a puzzling rhyme.

And they'll send you to one of the many rubber rooms.

That is if you keep singing those strange tunes.

It's worth the booties of the hot doubloons.  

Whose big boobs stick out like balloons.

They have the power to melt and float you away.

In a most mystical way.

A great way to spend a fascinating day.

I have no more to write.

Nothing more to say.

But life's fight is a magical night.

So stay out of sight.



Jon Billet-08.10.2014.       

Love In The Dark Park


                       "Love In The Dark Park"


My most tasty sweet peppermint striped hummingbird.
How I love cross pollinating and mounting with you.
You fell off the wagon like a drunk off a bar stool.
Remember that day the earth stood still for you?
The sun didn't even bother coming out to shine for a week.
We went to Central Garden and made love until the sun awoke.
In the sunlight we played on a seesaw and the swings.
Pumping one another back and forth in our youth.
Underneath a woolen comforter in the frigid winter snow.
It was there in Central Garden where I stroked your fair hair.
Our heads and hearts fit perfectly into one another.
As the storms passed us by in our dream.
Your lips were so soft to kiss.
Your body had its own alluring scent.
Those lovely days of the last century?
When we were still in our teenage years?
What curious things our minds were!!!
Not as curious as our bodies were!
We weren't really even there!
Me, the golden stallion, and you, my silver mare.
Life is cheap but can be fair.
To death it doesn't compare.
In this cupboard I find bare.



Love and By Jonathan Mark Billet---...
08.09.2014.        

Thursday, August 7, 2014

Cross Pollination


"Cross Pollination"



I want to get into your most beautiful hummingbird.

The Sisters Of Divine Compassion raise the bees in their garden. 

They pollinate a living tree and the dying seas.

The bees eat the fruits, vegetables, and nuts in the wilderness.

Shake a leg and pull a tooth for The Sisters.

Pull an arm off the dead mannequin.
  
Pray at holy places. 

To the Sisters at St. Vincent of Maria's.



By Jonathan Billet - 07.30.14. - 5 & 10 P.M.        

Blind Find


"Blind Find"



I am searching for something only the blind can find.

They don't even have to look to see.

Everything is opaque to them.

Transparent to politicians.

Translucent to the average citizen.

Three totally different views of the world's people.

I fit in all three, in my light's prism.

You see, I practice mysticism.

Don't live in this world of the average.

Live in the supernatural world of the poet.

That world is the size of a pinhead in the cosmos.

Los locos en la cabeza.



By Jonathan Billet _Dedicated To Andy's Photography

St. Vincent's Women


"St. Vincent's Women"



I want to get into your most beautiful hummingbirds.

The bees pollinate the fruits, vegetables, and nuts.

The Sisters Of Divine Compassion raise the bees in their garden.

Shake a leg and pull a tooth for The Sisters.

Pull an arm off a dead mannequin.
  
Pray at the old holy places.



By Jonathan Billet - 07.30.14. - !2:05 P.M.