Sunday, November 25, 2012

Drag II


“Drag II”


A bright light blinds all sight.

War is a sore where I saw my Uncle die in a dream's roar's snore.

Played chess in nursery school.

One heart beats the same way ten do.

The human race will disappear without a trace.

You're like a broken harp string or a bee that has no sting.

City Hall will fall like me.

Climb your wall.

Time will never stall.

Despite it all.


By Jon Billet -
Welcome Home Jake

Skipping Shadows


"Skipping Shadows"



Galaxy tripping.

Candles dripping.

Water sipping.

Waitress tipping.

Paper ripping.

Flipping and skipping.

Shadows caught in daylight.

Soldiers fight with all their might.

Men are blind and God has lost height.

If you were looking down, you'd lose your sight.

Day would turn into night.

Everybody thinks they're right.

Fate deals hate.

Life charges to high a rate.

The human trait.

A parking ticket.

Take a stamp and lick it.

Eat a grape pit.

Catch a ball in your baseball mitt.

Just think and sit.

My suit doesn't fit.

Want a cup of tea?

Love from me to you.

Together we are like epoxy glue.

I'm the boy they call Sue.



By Jonathan Billet

Your World


"Your World" - Dedicated to F. Sinatra


Worship air.

Worship space.

Worship water.

Ask for a society of law and disorder.

Is life to short?

Too long?

Like a sea song?

Is life right?

Is it wrong?

Did it start before it was gone?

End before it started?

Print today on paper.

Birds sing aongs.

Despite life's wrongs.

Through time, we will race through the universe.

To another planet.

Where you will stay.

I will leave.

Through all storm.

Just to stay warm.

Another time, another place.

Just an old-fashioned car chase in the human race ran by days.

Me after you.

You after me.

Please.

I love you-

And only you.

Something stolen.

Something new.

In Tahiti, an artist lived and died in dried oil paint.

To live such a fate is rare.

Give me air.

The moon, stars, and sun above.



By Jonathan Billet 11/19/12

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Apollo


“Apollo”


To Me, U R The Mythological Goddess Apollo.

The Soul People Watch U Perform With Ur Spirituality.

They Know U R An Electric Soul Sister Named Dudette.

Every Soul Man Loves His Dudette.

I Am 1 Of Many Such Men.

Only U Can Absolve Me Of My Sins.

Are They Forgiven And Forgotten?

U Kill Me With Ur Love!



By Jonathan Billet 11/17/12

Fading Away With My Words


"Fading Away With My Words"


I am awoken.

Are you tired or am I wired?

Hired or fired?

First or last?

Fast or slow?

Can u tell?

Did you know?

Stop the stall.

Start the show.

As long as the snow can flow.

It will let out a jolly glow.

Let it show.

Blow out the candles.

Hang onto your bicycle handles.

The fire hoses don't work.

Cause the Standells stole my sandals.

Is it night's daylight?

Or isn't anything right?

Wrong or left?

Like a dying man's sealed fate?

A Platters song?

Your namesake, Andy Plate?

Where r u skippin' off to now?

Probably some foreign galaxy.

Chanting a Hare Krishna song.

Muttering oaths under your tongue.

Sitting near a street light under a setting sun.

Max plays the organ all night.

Washington smoked cherry pipe tobacco.

Painted the face and beard.

Mighty weird.

A squirrel smoked roasted nuts.

Through a hookah pipe.

The hippies went to Woodstock.

Then they went to the S.H.S.

Listening to Little Queenie music.

In a mystical stupor.



By Jonathan Billet
        

Hair Between The Air



"Hair Between The Air"


Molecules For Follicles.

God Never Repeats.

Psychological Bombs Aren't Good.

No Need To Worry.

No Hurry!

Let The Day Last Into The Night.

I'm Waiting For The Mentalist To Blow Up The Television Set.

The End Of Another Episode Of Mine.



By Jonathan Billet 11/13/12

The Old Town's Square


"The Old Town's Square"



John Michael and Tommy, the two brothers, were to be hung in the town's square, by their feet.

The younger brother and the eldest brother.

A born again Christian - and a born again Jew.

Something old and something new.

There were a few of these two.

One hid under the bed.

The other one looked under the bed for hidden ghouls and Jews.

Talk news on a clock radio's point of view.

Barack won and the hurricane's done.

Moderate confusion - utter despair.

Say hurrah for lower - middle class America.

There's a victory in the air.

Los rumores de mi muerte presiente Fidel estan vivido.

If you really swear, hope to live and pray to pie.

I am demonically controlled, so the story is told.

Jewish baby, why do you let the Haitians stay -

as the poorest country in the hemisphere?

They one of the few nations that welcomed Jewish people

that were fleeing Hitler.

How can the world allow a German town to outlaw

circumcisions for Jewish babies, when that was the

first step towards Nazism?

Go talk to the Dutch West Indies Company.

Viva Haiti!



By J. Billet's