Wednesday, March 14, 2018

i got a right

by jack dale coody

i got a right to sing the blues
i got a right to stay in bed
i got a right to stand on the sidewalk
and let the rain fall on my head

i got a right to walk the streets
i got a right to say you’re wrong
i got a right to look in a window
and sing my little song

i got a right to be happy
though you deny my name
i don’t want to hear your sermon
but thank you just the same

i got a right to tell the president
he is not what he seems
i got a right to an ice cream sandwich
i got a right to dream my dreams

who are you to tell me
what i can and can not do
you have a police force and an army
i know that that is true

i could go on forever
numbering my woes
as the clouds roll by above us
and time’s sad river flows

i got a right to sing the blues
i got a right to say you’re wrong
so i walk the roads forever
singing my little song

Tuesday, March 13, 2018

poem for the lost and the damned

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

this is a poem for the lost and the damned
the people who never get a great big hand
the ones who will never reach the promised land
because they are buried up to their necks in sand

this is a poem for the sorry ones
who wish they had bombs and machine guns
to avenge themselves on the people from hell
who keep them locked up in their cells

all the people in strait jackets
who have never held a tennis racket
or a long stemmed glass with sparkling champagne
the ones who get taken again and again

by the smiling entrepreneurs
in their cashmere scarfs and furs
stepping from taxis in perfect sync
with the golden gods who never blink

blink … blink … blink
give me a minute to think
what was i trying to say?
i think i have lost my way

o yes, the damned and the lost
who have no price, but only cost
who fill the shadowy spaces
between the smiling faces

of the ones who were born to rule
who went to the very best schools…
i had something i wanted to say…
maybe some other day…

Tuesday, March 6, 2018

the planet of yu

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

on the planet of yu, nothing ever grows.

nothing ever begins, as a seed or anything else, blossoms, goes through changes, and declines and disintegrates before disappearing.

everything and anything just is, and then it is not.

heroes, princesses, dragons, witches, wizards, castles, trees, rocks, flowers, swords, tankards of ale, holy books, legs of mutton, oceans, rivers, stars, horses. campfires, cats, dogs, butterflies, worms, monkeys, vultures, hangmen…. all are just there and then they are gone.

no one is ever “sad” on the planet of yu.

it is not known whether anyone is ever “happy”.

Monday, March 5, 2018

a child is born

by nick nelson

illustrated by danny delacroix

george was born.

he was born in a hospital, which is where children were born in the time and place where george was born.

george’s father was waiting in a waiting room for george to be born, and smoking chesterfield cigarettes while he waited.

george’s father had been george washington in a previous life, and genghis khan in a life before that, and he was kind of a jerk.

a nurse entered the waiting room and told george’s father that george had been born.

she did not say “george has been born” but “it’s a boy, mr johnson”, because in those days it was rare that it was known before a child was born whether it would be a boy or a girl.

but george’s father had assumed that the child would be a boy, and he took another puff of his cigarette, and asked the nurse, “is it white?”

“excuse me?” the nurse asked.

“just my little joke,” george’s father replied.

“oh.” the nurse had been the empress maria theresa in a previous life, and did not have much of a sense of humor and did not like men.

the nurse thought that one man in a hundred was kind of sad and pathetic and felt some pity for them, but that the other ninety nine were jerks.

now you may think that george’s father’s little attempt at a joke was disgusting, and that it was disgusting that he was allowed to chain smoke cigarettes - in a hospital! - but that is the universe’s way, what seems perfectly normal in one time and place is disgusting or ridiculous or both in most others.

after being born, george grew up. he worked for thirty-eight years as a sales representative, at first for a company selling typewriters and cash registers, and then for a company selling blenders and vegetable slicers.

george had a heart attack a month before his fifty-eighth birthday, and died four days later. he died, as he had been born, in a hospital.

he was survived by two ex-wives, and three children, all daughters, who despised him.

Wednesday, February 28, 2018

the stranger

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

if you see a stranger stealing something
help him get away
he may rule the world tomorrow
and then what will you say?

if you see a stranger laughing
by himself in a doorway dark
he might be father noah
catching animals for the ark

if you see a stranger weeping
by the side of the highway broad
he may have won and lost a kingdom
is that so very odd?

if you see a stranger walking
on the surface of the waves
though the ocean not devour him
he may still wish to be saved

if you hear a stranger tapping
on your window late at night
he might be judas iscariot
trying to make things right

if you pass a darkened window
and see a demon in its depths
run to the nearest mountain
for the demon is yourself

Tuesday, February 27, 2018

the little man

by chuck leary

i saw a little man
he was nothing at all like me
who am going to be rich and famous
you just wait and see

he was waiting for a bus
it looked like it might rain
i knew i should not laugh
but i could not feel his pain

going home to his wife and children
or maybe his dog or cat
or maybe just watch a ball game
but i am not like that

i am different from other people
and am the child of fate
i smile at your little problems
because destiny awaits

you may think i am just like you
as i stand here in the street
but time will show the difference
victory, not defeat

maybe you should be nice to me
you would be the first
but i will make it worth your while
when i rule the universe

Saturday, February 24, 2018


by chuck leary

my mother didn’t like me
neither did my dad
though i was the best and only child
they ever had

my mother was a dreamer
my dad a drunken bum
they waited for an angel from heaven
but he never did come

i was a beautiful child
with a sensitive soul
to bring a message of love to the world
was ever my goal

where did it all go wrong
is the burden of my song
why are people so nasty?
why can’t they just get along?

countless wanderers before me
have asked the question and yet
it must be written in the wind and stars
there is something we just don’t get