Thursday, October 5, 2017


by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

for previous poem in series, click here

d was determined
to do right
he worked by day
and studied by night

he scorned tradition
and all pieties
and drew up plans
for new societies

the path of the world
is never straight
twisted by power
forsaken by fate

no one knows
that d exists
he is out there somewhere
in the mist

Tuesday, October 3, 2017


by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

for previous poem in series, click here

c was a clown
of the old persuasion
had a hat and a nose
for every occasion

he remembered the days
when he made children laugh
when the 20th century
was only a half

snakes are smooth
and monkeys are hairy
the highway is dark
and clowns are scary

the dream of the world
takes funny bounces
but a pint of whiskey
is still 16 ounces


Monday, October 2, 2017


by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

for previous poem in series, click here

b was a boy
who was easily bored
dreamed of traveling
to distant shores

he would conquer
the native races
and bask in the glow
of their smiling faces

sit on a throne
and watch the waves
and everybody
would be his slave

folks are not always
what they seem
outside they smile
but inside they dream


Saturday, September 30, 2017


by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

for previous poem in series, click here

a was a friendly guy
walked down the street saying hey!
some folks thought he was odd
but that was just his way

and so he went along
with a smile upon his face
and then one day he was gone
gone without a trace

few folks ever wondered
where he went or why
and if gently reminded
would say, oh yeah, that guy

who among us, brothers snd sisters
will escape a similar fate?
will even one person wave
as we pass through the earthly gate?


Thursday, September 28, 2017


by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

for previous poem in series, click here

z has a job
five days a week
of its details
he does not speak

on his days off
he goes for walks
to the mountain
and around the block

no one cares much
what he does
his thoughts if any
produce no buzz

if by chance
you pass him by
do not look him
in the eye


Monday, September 25, 2017


by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

for previous poem in series, click here

y was a clown
with a purple face
who amused the children
with style and grace

the circus traveled
from town to town
but meanwhile the world
was burning down

y’s sad antics
were met with scorn
a new race of humans
was being born

the circus vanished
into the mist
this story has
no final twist


Friday, September 22, 2017


by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

x was a human
who lived in a tree
was not you
and was not me

walked at night
down highways gray
slept in the fields
at break of day

folks thought they
had x’s measure
that x had a secret
buried treasure

no one knows
where x has gone
the rain falls down
where the sun once shone


Saturday, August 19, 2017

the worst story

by horace p sternwall

i was walking down euston road when i was suddenly confronted by sinclair, usually the most undemonstrative of men.

“have you heard about tremayne?” he blurted out.

“why no, “ i replied. “i have not heard anything about tremayne. what is there to hear?”

“it’s dreadful! “ sinclair exclaimed. “positively dreadful1 the worst story in the history of the world.”

i hardly knew what to say to that, but before i could summon up a response, sinclair went on, “meet me at the club tonight and i will tell you all about it.”

“i will be sure to do that,” i replied, and sinclair went on his way.

leaving me in a state of some small curiosity, though, truth be told, i hardly knew tremayne, or had given him any thought since our schooldays.

the night was a dark and rainy one, and i set myself beside the fire at the club with a stiff brandy, and waited for sinclair.

but he did not show up, and as the fire burned low and was replenished and burned low again, i fell sleep in the chair.

when i awoke, i was assured by the steward that sinclair had not shown up.

so far as i knew, tremayne was not a member of the club, and when i enquired i was assured that no such gentleman was known to the staff or had made an appearance.

i went back the next two nights, with similar results, though on neither night did i wait quite so long for my unpunctual storyteller.

in fact, i never heard from or of sinclair again, or learned the dreadful fate of the unfortunate tremayne.

i did, however, develop a slight stiffness in my lower back, which i have never entirely lost.

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

poem 300

by corinne delmonico

sometimes i wonder
why i am on this earth
my mom was not a virgin
not even at my birth

my dad was not the lightning
and on a mountain did not live
and words of truth and wisdom
he had but few to give

the people that i lived with
woke up every day
but exactly why they did that
they really could not say

they ate cheeseburgers and donuts
but did not make their own
without dunkin and mcdonalds
they would be skin and bone

they had 5000 channels
to watch on the tv
on exactly what to watch and when
they did not always agree

if they had been neanderthals
or monkeys in a tree
or wanderers in the desert
would they have been more free?

o wise men in your think tanks
and sages in seminars
think of the lonely prairie dog
beneath the disappearing stars

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

poem 200

by corinne delmonico

this is a poem
that by myself i wrote
david was just a little boy
but big goliath he smote

joshua blew his trumpet
against the canaanites
he practiced through the night and day
until he got it right

cleopatra ruled the world
and floated down the nile
she could have lived forever
but got tired after a while

henry viii was a mighty man
and liked his roasts well done
he wanted a true and loyal wife
but had trouble finding one

billy the kid was a killer
with a price upon his head
he always knelt and said his prayers
before he went to bed

some lucky folks are famous
and songs about them sung
but most are soon forgotten
and some born to be hung

i am sitting in the raindrops
feeling so forlorn
i really need somebody
to blame for being born

Thursday, August 10, 2017


by corinne delmonico

i had a dream last night

the party was over

the other guests had all gone home
the host had retired to his study

i went for a walk in the garden
under a full moon

the garden was filled with statues

there was a statue of alexander the great
weeping at the river
weeping at the river forever

there was a statue of pharoah’s daughter
discovering little moses
discovering little moses forever

and joshua blowing his trumpet
fighting the battle of jericho
with the walls tumbling down forever

and lincoln in his top hat
freeing the slaves
freeing the slaves forever

it started to rain
so i stopped looking at the statues
and went inside

the house was filled with corridors
long corridors
long corridors lined with pictures

there was a picture of jesse james
getting shot in the back by bob ford
getting shot in the back by that dirty little coward forever

and edmond dantes diving under the water
finding the treasure
finding endless wealth forever

and orville wright
flying the first plane at kitty hawk
flying through the foggy air forever

and delilah cutting samson’s hair
while the poor boy slept like a baby
slept like a baby forever

and robert e lee at appomatox
surrendering to grant
handing his sword to grant forever

and dracula outside the window
looking in at lucy
looking in at sweet lucy with his glowing eyes forever

and teddy roosevelt at san juan hill
charging up san juan hill
charging up the hill forever

and lindbergh riding down broadway in an open limousine
being cheered by the crowd
being cheered by the crowd on broadway forever

and anne frank in her attic
writing in her diary writing in her diary forever

and oswald getting shot
getting shot by jack ruby
getting shot by jack ruby forever

all these people with their stories
doing things in their stories
doing them forever

everybody doing things forever
living forever
doing their things forever

everybody except me

because i am going to die some day


Wednesday, August 9, 2017


by corinne delmonico

nobody knows my name and rules the world
they rule the world because they know my name
but i have no name

orangutans live in the trees
they have long arms that hang down sadly
sadly among the disappearing leaves

pomegranates are referenced in poems
but nobody really eats them
have you ever eaten a pomegranate?

at night the earth is quiet
but not as quiet as it used to be
before you all came along

robin hood robbed the rich to give to the poor
but kept a little for himself
because he had to eat

samson was big and strong and loved delilah
he loved delilah because he was big and strong
but no good came of it

turtles live a long time
longer than mosquitoes or tigers or humans
but they don’t go anywhere much

uncle john kept his pants up with a suspender
a single suspender held on with a button
i swear he did

the possums came out at night in old virginia
by the light of the moon in old virginia
and ate the watermelons

woodrow wilson wore a top hat
he wore a top hat because he was woodrow wilson
when he took it off he was not woodrow wilson any more

expect the best and you will get nothing
expect nothing and you will get something
your mother expects you for dinner

a lonely youth sits in a lonely room
he is lonely because he is a youth
and his true love is only a dream

zebras share the earth with humans
but do not really care much for them
and wish they would go back to their own planet

Tuesday, August 8, 2017


by corinne delmonico

ali is a muslim and plants bombs in cars
he plants bombs in cars because he is a muslim
all muslims plant bombs in cars

bud is an african american man and holds up liquor stores
he holds up liquor stores because he is an african american man
all african american men hold up liquor stores

hillary clinton was a woman and ran for president
she ran for president because she was a woman
all women run for president

donald trump is a white man and was elected president
he was elected president because he is a white man
all white men are elected president

einstein was a scientist and smoked a pipe
he smoked a pipe because he was a scientist
all scientists smoke pipes

frank sinatra was italian and sold a lot of records
he sold a lot of records because he was italian
all italians sell a lot of records

gorgeous george had long blond curls and everybody hated him
everybody hated him because he had long blond curls
george thought of himself as a pretty nice guy

hitler was a bad person and had a little mustache
he kept it neatly trimmed all the time
but sometimes his hair fell down over his forehead

i am a nice person
i wish people liked me more
i wish people liked me more because i am a nice person

joe dimaggio was a strange man and played baseball
he played baseball because he was a strange man
all strange men play baseball

jack kerouac had a cool name and went on the road
he went on the road because he had a cool name
he didn’t care if it rained or snowed

leonardo da vinci was a genius and lived a long time ago
he lived a long time ago because he was a genius
all people who lived a long time ago were geniuses

marilyn monroe was a human female and a sex goddess
she was a sex goddess because she was a human female
all human females are sex goddesses

Friday, August 4, 2017


by corinne delmonico

i am a citizen of the new world

i get junk mail

including lots of calendars

i got a calendar about saving animals

there were pictures of cute cats and dogs and pigs and whales and chimps and gorillas

and a lemur with big sad eyes looking into the depths of your soul

and … a rabbit

and my first thought was

a rabbit! a flipping rabbit!

rabbits are not exactly an endangered species!

“The world's domesticated rabbit population is estimated at 709 million. however, there are many different species of wild rabbits that live throughout the world. since rabbits have been introduced to many habitats to which they are not native, it would be very difficult, to estimate the wild population. “

i guess!

but then i thought

what difference does it make?

a rabbit is just a living creature that wants to live

does a rabbit know that there are a trilion other rabbits in the world?

as opposed to an albigensian lemur of which there are only 15 left in the forest in madagascar?

maybe it does

maybe a rabbit knows it can find fellow bunnies wherever it goes in the world

whereas the albigensian lemur knows it better not go very far or it will never find a friend

but again, maybe not

does a rabbit know it is a “rabbit”?

do cats and dogs know they are “cats” and “dogs” ?

as opposed to just being creatures that you might hang with or ignore or fight or eat as the situation calls for?

do humans know they are “humans”?

a human can have a dog for his best friend and happily kill other humans, no?

but humans love the idea of different creatures getting along

make a video or a gif of a cat getting along with a monkey, or an octopus being pals with a porcupine, or an elephant snuggling with a piranha, and put it on line and you will get 10 or 20 million likes

as opposed to a poem which might get 1 or 2 likes from your mom or your best friend if you are lucky

don’t forget, september 23 is international rabbit day

just some thoughts on a gray morning

Wednesday, July 26, 2017


by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

i never cared for high society
and only wanted to be free
give me a pad with a thousand square feet
a mile above the busy street

filled with the treasures of the orient
for 20 dollars a month rent
and endless supplies of grass and opium
and i would be a blissful bum

such dreams may seem uncouth
but encapsulated my youth
of course they never came true
but what are you going to do?

i have no regrets
although i lost all my bets
let fate and the world laugh at me
i still want to be free

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

i should get out more

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

i should get out more
instead of sitting in my lonely head
dreaming of days gone by
that never existed

gypsy dave and sunshine are gone
so are winston churchill and jerry garcia
we don’t have nixon to kick around any more
nobody even remembers walter winchell

o j is back in the news for a few hours
rush limbaugh is disappearing over the horizon
it is raining in butte montana
but the sun is shining in sarajevo

i should get out in the street
in the world that has left me behind
and just look around
but would anybody notice me?

i thought the streets would be empty
but they are actually filled with people
all looking at their smart phones
and not at the sky or each other

the streets used to be filled with clocks
but now everybody knows what time it is
they all beat to one heart
the heart of the floating world

the world that is floating away
from the dreams of peace and love and ham and eggs
words that were only words
like “adumbration” or :defenestration” or “vladivostok”

Monday, July 24, 2017

golden gate park blues

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

say goodbye to gypsy dave
long since sunk beneath the wave
as time’s pitiless rush
turns everything to mush

sunshine - white rabbit - blue star -
who knows where they are?
enlightenment they craved
but they could not be saved

brad with his encyclopedia of drugs
and mary with her indiscriminate hugs
albert with his cut down bike
and rudy who nobody really liked

terry who sold flowers in the mission
and leroy who studied the human condition
and jenny with the bracelets on her arms
who was always talking about starting a farm

they came and went so fast
because life is not built to last
and all blur into each other
that’s just how it is, brother

memories get twisted
so maybe they never all really existed
but as my brain cells drift away
i see them all as bright as day

Sunday, July 9, 2017

maybe it's time

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

maybe it’s time

maybe it’s time, people

time to give up on “civilization” and “progress” and “building a better world”

every generation is snowflakes to the one before

every generation of humans is safer and more comfortable than the one before

and the other creatures of the earth disappear, one million after another

a few are kept safe in zoos

the same zoos humans keep themselves in

but where does it all end?

the humans with their “progress” are digging a pit they will never get out of

must they drag the other inhabitants of the planet down with them?

maybe it’s time

to let the cities crumble

let the highways be overgrown

and the airports be abandoned

and the nuclear power plants be shut down

and the smart phones thrown away

and the grid be shut down

before it is too late

and walk into the sunset

back to the woods

with little red riding hood

and the wolves

and grandma

and cross the rivers and the deserts and the mountains

back to the garden of eden

and the olduvai gorge

and gather at the river

for a nice meal of grubs and roots

and watch the moon come up over the ocean

with our cousins the lemurs and the sharks