Wednesday, November 15, 2017


by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

for previous poem in series, click here

gerald was a g-man
and hunted bad guys down
and when the bad guys were locked up
he was the toast of the town

the ladies flocked around him
like bees around a peach
and all the mysteries of love
to gerald they did teach

gerald went to the steak house
ordered three t-bone steaks
and ate them up all by himself
because he was not a fake

the president called on gerald
to go on a secret mission
to serve the cause of freedom
was gerald’s sole ambition

gerald went to the station
and climbed upon the bus
and he has not been heard from since
but you know he is saving us

Tuesday, November 14, 2017


by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

for previous poem in series, click here

who killed the flowers?
cried henry ford
as he passed the plate
and praised the lord

what is this sun
that dares not shine
when all i want
is what is mine

whose are these eyes
that laugh at me
when all i want
is to be free

must petals fall
when i walk by
must birds and bugs
avert their eyes

were curses rained
upon my name
when little bob
shot jesse james?

a cloud passed by
the poor man raved
a raindrop fell
on an undug grave


Monday, November 13, 2017


by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

for previous poem in series, click here

e for effort
f for fake
it takes a big fish
to swim a big lake

fred was a fisherman
true and patient
he worked all week
at the railway station

he fished on sunday
with his dog at his side
he never caught big ed
but he surely tried

big ed was as smart
as adam’s own snake
it takes a big fish
to swim a big lake


Monday, November 6, 2017


by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

i dreamed i was a carrot
and a rabbit was my best friend
and we watched through a broken window
as the train came round the bend

old number nine
old number nine
oh old number nine
when will you be mine?

i dreamed that i was julia child
and hitler was my mom
but i could not get the pope to see
where i was coming from

i dreamed i was a cucumber
drowning in a glass of bock
as marx and lenin lectured me
on the meaning of culture shock

if all my dreams were pennies
and the mornings all were candy
i would sail through the air like a frigidaire
and say that everything was dandy

casey jones was my best friend
and slept in a bottle of gin
and he may not remember me
but i remember him

Thursday, November 2, 2017

poem for nobody

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

everybody is a dancer
everybody is a clown
everybody is an elephant
when the circus comes to town

everybody is a lion
waiting to be tamed
who dances the hoochie-coochie
and then feels so ashamed

everybody is billy jones
trying to win a prize
everybody is sally smith
rolling her blue eyes

everybody is slim carter
reeling in the marks
everybody is the bearded lady
dreaming in the dark

everybody is pastor wilson
trying to close the carnival down
everybody is mrs wilson
sipping tea with a frown

don’t you remember the old days
when folks liked to have fun?
i know that i remember
but i may be the only one

Friday, October 27, 2017

i woke up this morning

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

i woke up this morning
and bent to my task
what is the point
i wanted to ask

every day
like the one before lost and abandoned
on a distant shore

why must i eat
why must i drink
why must i breathe
why must i think

who left me here
in this strange land
without a map
without a plan

if i could find
the ones to blame
i would challenge them
to a game

a game with no players
and no rules
on an empty playground
after school

first prize
a bottle of wine
through a broken window
the stars will shine

frankie and johnny and eddie

by corinne delmonico

frankie and johnny were lovers

frankie was johnny’s girl

eddie was johnny’s best friend

he started messing around with frankie

because that was the kind of guy eddie was

the kind of guy who would steal his best friend’s girl

johnny got mad

where do you get off, he asked eddie, stealing my girl?

hold it right there, said frankie

i’m not your girl or anybody’s girl

get it straight, you mugs, i don’t belong to anybody

except to myself, you got that?

and with that frankie blew some smoke in the general direction of the mississippi river

johnny and eddie were struck dumb

they did not know what to say

they both left town the next day

johnny entered a monastery and became brother john

in time he became head monk

under his guidance the monastery regained its reputation for sanctity

but its vineyards lost some of their luster

eddie hitchhiked to memphis

where he fell in with a guy known as mean old stagger lee

eddie and stagger lee began holding up banks and jewelry stores from kansas city to pittsburgh

they got in a shootout outside evansville indiana

a federal man’s bullet found the heart of stagger lee

eddie got 99 years