"My Time's Escape"
A future's vision.
The past present.
Yesterday's presence.
Today was tomorrow.
I fall off my feet.
In burning, humid heat.
My head is beat into the street.
I have collapsed - relapsed.
A coma's seizure.
Wish I could be inside the supermarket freezer.
It would be cooler.
My own life's ruler.
Something that is newer.
A nursery rhyme's schooler.
Fine edges' tiffany jeweler.
Always the fooler.
By Jonathan Billet
07/09/15
Thursday, July 9, 2015
Floral Arrangements
"Floral Arrangements"
I want to sleep in my hammock at Aroma.
There are beautiful growing flowers there.
Many colored purples, white, and yellow-greens.
The flowers in Aroma wave back and forth, in a dance.
Photos and licence plates adorn the walls.
Car radiators cover the halls.
They sell bagels, bialys, and banana crackers too.
John will serve all kinds of coffee concoctions to you.
The celebes blend is true.
But only with your heroes Charlie Brown, Lucy, Linus, Franklin, Peppermint Patty, Pigpen, Schroeder, and Snoopy.
Who frequent this establishment with their good buddies Dave and Nick to name a few.
The construction crew is ripping up the sidewalk outdoors.
Making a buzzing sound like Dave's telephone in Aroma.
An inside-out noise.
Water electricity tunnel is off or the wrench's juice has been drained from the rubber wire.
To prevent any loud electric shocks.
Bags of nails in the urn.
Tons of pillow feathers are buried underneath Aroma.
The reason they are digging up the streets.
To strike the poor man's gold.
A story Aroma's age old.
By Jonathan Billet-Redone 07.09.15
I want to sleep in my hammock at Aroma.
There are beautiful growing flowers there.
Many colored purples, white, and yellow-greens.
The flowers in Aroma wave back and forth, in a dance.
Photos and licence plates adorn the walls.
Car radiators cover the halls.
They sell bagels, bialys, and banana crackers too.
John will serve all kinds of coffee concoctions to you.
The celebes blend is true.
But only with your heroes Charlie Brown, Lucy, Linus, Franklin, Peppermint Patty, Pigpen, Schroeder, and Snoopy.
Who frequent this establishment with their good buddies Dave and Nick to name a few.
The construction crew is ripping up the sidewalk outdoors.
Making a buzzing sound like Dave's telephone in Aroma.
An inside-out noise.
Water electricity tunnel is off or the wrench's juice has been drained from the rubber wire.
To prevent any loud electric shocks.
Bags of nails in the urn.
Tons of pillow feathers are buried underneath Aroma.
The reason they are digging up the streets.
To strike the poor man's gold.
A story Aroma's age old.
By Jonathan Billet-Redone 07.09.15
Necrophilia
"Necrophilia"
"It's different people, at a different time."
R.U. one of them?
For that I haven't a clue's rhyme.
Into thin air's smoke's time.
#30 days toke's time.
You gave me no sign as to what would be.
I only see what I see...
Lost custody of the perfect green sea.
Always trying to cop a plea.
"It's down to a story.
07.09.15
10:18 P.M.
P.S. - It is only me!
Lost count on electricity.
"It's different people, at a different time."
R.U. one of them?
For that I haven't a clue's rhyme.
Into thin air's smoke's time.
#30 days toke's time.
You gave me no sign as to what would be.
I only see what I see...
Lost custody of the perfect green sea.
Always trying to cop a plea.
"It's down to a story.
07.09.15
10:18 P.M.
P.S. - It is only me!
Lost count on electricity.
Wednesday, July 8, 2015
Jail Cell In Auckland
"Jail Cell In Auckland"
The midday lights the afternoon's tip jar.
The sun shines on the ones, fives, and one ten.
Through my reflective window pane.
It's enough money to buy a pack of Indian brand cigarettes and red vino.
I eat juicy fruits in my overnight jail cell.
They stick to my teeth and I brush them when I leave home.
I take the Double L from the Bronx to Manhattan.
I walk down 110th Street off Central Park West in 1972.
So good, so far and I tip them at my local bar.
Today, it was like the tropics, without any cool breezes.
Arrive in Auckland, New Zealand in an August heat.
See many different birds in this tropical paradise.
The dryer blows and I'm in the bathroom at Starbucks.
On the pot, I see a reflection of a naked body.
By Jonathan Billet 07/07/15
The midday lights the afternoon's tip jar.
The sun shines on the ones, fives, and one ten.
Through my reflective window pane.
It's enough money to buy a pack of Indian brand cigarettes and red vino.
I eat juicy fruits in my overnight jail cell.
They stick to my teeth and I brush them when I leave home.
I take the Double L from the Bronx to Manhattan.
I walk down 110th Street off Central Park West in 1972.
So good, so far and I tip them at my local bar.
Today, it was like the tropics, without any cool breezes.
Arrive in Auckland, New Zealand in an August heat.
See many different birds in this tropical paradise.
The dryer blows and I'm in the bathroom at Starbucks.
On the pot, I see a reflection of a naked body.
By Jonathan Billet 07/07/15
My Birthdaze Cake!i!i!i!i!i!
"My Birthdaze Cake!i!i!i!i!i!"
Did you eat my marshmallow flake's birthdaze cake?
The last one I ate kept me wide awake!
It isn't the real steal like ice-cream, but it's a deal's take.
It wasn't made by accident or mistake.
Rather, a creation's fate, by a woman named Plate.
To Andy from Jon
With Love-07-07-15...
Did you eat my marshmallow flake's birthdaze cake?
The last one I ate kept me wide awake!
It isn't the real steal like ice-cream, but it's a deal's take.
It wasn't made by accident or mistake.
Rather, a creation's fate, by a woman named Plate.
To Andy from Jon
With Love-07-07-15...
Green Phones' Tones
"Green Phones' Tones"
Red light to stop, white light to go.
Green sign to live and red to die.
White to laugh - red is to cry.
Green is yes and red is no.
White light to wash and red to dry.
Red quiet, white quite loud.
Red - bad, green - good.
Green can start while red stops.
Both green and blue do the hops.
These aren't the bottom but are the tops.
I shredded today's newspapers.
Next week's, I will save.
A gangsta ended up in the cement mixer.
A workingman's lament to be knee high in cement's pavement.
Spoke in a politician's comment.
In a new political movement.
Green or red - yes or no.
So slow are the flowers to grow.
We don't even know if they are high or low.
Always take it slow or like them, you too, may go.
By Jonathan Billet-07-08-15
Red light to stop, white light to go.
Green sign to live and red to die.
White to laugh - red is to cry.
Green is yes and red is no.
White light to wash and red to dry.
Red quiet, white quite loud.
Red - bad, green - good.
Green can start while red stops.
Both green and blue do the hops.
These aren't the bottom but are the tops.
I shredded today's newspapers.
Next week's, I will save.
A gangsta ended up in the cement mixer.
A workingman's lament to be knee high in cement's pavement.
Spoke in a politician's comment.
In a new political movement.
Green or red - yes or no.
So slow are the flowers to grow.
We don't even know if they are high or low.
Always take it slow or like them, you too, may go.
By Jonathan Billet-07-08-15
Monday, July 6, 2015
Sticks & Bones
"Sticks & Bones"
Sticks and stones will break my bones too.
They do hurt a few.
A brain worth a billion dollars of silent mimes.
I'm the deadbeat poet writing rhymes.
Newborns will solve all crimes in the sweetest of worldly times.
Look to the traffic lights to give you society's signs.
Is it the "Old Gold" fine?
Or a gold mine?
"Sung but never openly read."
By Mr. Potato Head.
Is it true that the birds are poisoned by rice spice?
By Mr. Potato Head alias Jon Billet
07.05.15
Sticks and stones will break my bones too.
They do hurt a few.
A brain worth a billion dollars of silent mimes.
I'm the deadbeat poet writing rhymes.
Newborns will solve all crimes in the sweetest of worldly times.
Look to the traffic lights to give you society's signs.
Is it the "Old Gold" fine?
Or a gold mine?
"Sung but never openly read."
By Mr. Potato Head.
Is it true that the birds are poisoned by rice spice?
By Mr. Potato Head alias Jon Billet
07.05.15
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