free

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

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”

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

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

immortal

by brig. gen. percival t sternwall let the stars fall from the sky let empires wither and die though away the heavens roll i have an immortal soul! let the skies be filled with thunder and worlds be torn asunder and a million trumpets blast you will not have heard the last of my spirit as it flies to a world that never dies that never doubts and never grieves the world of those who believe! o skeptics in your hovels who before eternity grovel and crouch in darkness and gloom there is life beyond the tomb!