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

the two friends

by corinne delmonico

kelli and jerri were best friends they went everywhere together and did everything together one day jerri said to kelli i do not wish to be your friend any more why not? , kelli asked because when you have style you have no substance, jerri answered and when you have substance you have no style i am sorry you feel that way, said kelli and they went their separate ways kelli got a job at a dollar store and stayed there for many years as jobs are not easy to find in today’s economy jerri became the most famous pop star in the world an enterprising journalist learned of the pair’s early friendship and went to the dollar store and interviewed kelli why did you break up with jerri?, the journalist asked jerri told me that i did not know the difference between transcendence and taxonomy, kelli said jerri was shown a copy of the interview by one of her many assistants and satellites i never said that! jerri cried

power

by corinne delmonico

an angel came down from heaven and skimmed along the surface of the earth the first thing it met was a butterfly the angel was quite enchanted by the bright colors (pink, green and red) of the butterfly and waved happily to the butterfly and the butterfly waved back next the angel met a cat how do you like this planet?, the angel asked it is all right, i guess, the cat answered you can catch a nice nap here once in a while then the angel met a dog it asked the dog how it liked the planet well enough, said the dog i just wish there were more round bouncing objects i could chase the angel encountered an elephant the elephant, too, professed satisfaction with the planet but wished there were more human crops and gardens for it to stomp the angel them met a flower and asked it the same question but before the flower could answer it was eaten by a giraffe

d

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

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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 next

c

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

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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 next

b

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

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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 next