Worldly Goods

“Worldly Goods”

Song, dance, and fine wine are ageless.

Life on earth is treated like cheap dirt.

It’s really a gift given to us all for some amount of time.

We pay for it.

It pays to cost.

To breathe is costly but it’s worth the expense.

Nothing in life is free, including love.

Life is for the living.

Don’t let it short circuit you.

While we are alive, most of the world has been deceased.

Seconds are death and an eternity of sunshine’s are for the enlightened ones.

Please don’t die on me again, life.

Give me your cosmic time.

I love only you.

J. Billet’s – 1/24/12

Striving In The Sun

"Striving In The Sun"

God is you.

You are God.

So is the sun.

It's a hundred million to one.

The correct time is zero past five.

Be sure to arrive in salvation's struggle to stay alive.

Strive and always thrive in life's beautiful hardship to survive.

By Jonathan Billet- Revised on 01/30/2014

Little Lloyd Fonterloy

"Little Lloyd Fonterloy"

Mr. Manny Or Lloyd or whoever.

Are you a "pansy who sells flowers?"

A "made" member of the Junior Cosa Nostra?

You drive in a bug and listen to "After Bathing At Baxters."

It's never too late.

You hung around the Fillmore's Scarsdale High School.

Taking photos with Cher.

A child of The Merry Gangsters.

Where did you pick up your I.D.?

At Starbuck's?

I saw you at the bar on Central Avenue with the pinball machine and junkies.

What about that phony Miami Suntan you got in a clam box?

You know the one with the microwave gamma rays.

Where were you "made?"

In Taiwan?

By the Chinese underground?

You were in the Bee 3.

You could have been a "Beedle Contender."

Your claim to fame is you arrived from Miami.

You are really a Scarsdale local boy who's dealing with suburbia.

Why don't you go back to directing traffic in parking lots?

By the way, Lloyd and Frank were really Bob's rats.

Jonny you are really full of it!

J.Billet's

"God's laughter are tears in my eyes."

- Jonnie Goldprick

The One Percent

“The One Percent”

They say I’m the millionaire scholar.

When my nickels turn into dimes, I let out a holler.

If you give me one of those dimes, I’ll cut you in for a dollar.

Each minute I grow ten days smarter; not bad for a slow starter!

I’m always departing.

Such a farter.

Dedicated to Morgan Stanley

By Jonnie Goldprick alias Jonathan Billet

"God's laughter is music to my ears."


J. Billet's

Mr. Kasama

“Mr. Kasama”

Say “hello” to Mr. Kasama and he will say “hello” back.

He’s shot to shit, but nobody knows it.

Displays himself out of store’s windows.

Gets his kicks being in his room with translucent walls during a lightning’s storm.

This lights up his life.

The translucent walls of his crash pad are like his translucent sunglasses.

You can see out but you can’t see his eyes in.

They have transparent translucency.

You can’t tell what he’s thinking – but he knows.

Mr. Kasama hangs around your town as you wonder exactly who he is.

Everybody’s wondering, but nobody is telling.

He’s a big sensation.

Nobody knows what he’s got, but everybody wonders.

He’ll astound you with your ignorance of him.

He’s really sharp.

He pretends your life’s a mystery to him.

He’ll pretend anybody – everybody’s a sucker but you and him.

He’s a real question without an answer.

A fortune cookie wrapped in an enigma.

Does he make you curious?

Life’s his secret mystery.

He wonders who he is, more than he wonders who you are.

But he pretends to know what your answers are.

Only God knows who he is.

His secret life is a miraculous wonder.

Really a ?.

Not In Touch alias “Captain Moonlight”

Alias Dr. Sigmund Fudd M.D. or

Edgar Allen Pooh

And Everybody Else In The World

Especially Jonathan Billet

Written On A June’s Moon.