the tower

br> by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

people are bad, they should be good this is widely understood and yet they never seem to change surely someone is to blame someone in a tower high outlined against a darkening sky cigar in hand he slowly smiles miseries on us he pitilessly piles why do we let him get away with his perfidy day after day why not recharge our feeble brains and throw away his heavy chains humans, can you explain to me why we all can not be free bring down the oligarchy and patriarchy and sail away on love’s sea? maybe if we looked inside our hearts we would see we are not so smart but let the masters have their way because we just want to get through another day

forgotten

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

i wrote a poem in my head a minute later it had fled i guess it pays to write things down at midnight in this silent town was it a poem about a maid by an evil lover betrayed imprisoned in an ivied tower helpless in his pitiless power or just a poem about me and something that i happened to see walking down the avenue feeling, as usual, sad and blue or a poem about a butterfly people write them, i don’t know why about butterflies you can only say you see them, then they fly away unlike the law of gravity which has always haunted me and tied me to reality’s tree because all i want is to be free

it never stops

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

al was an agitator bob was a slob chuck was a troll dave could not hold a job ella was a feminist francine was a babe glenda lived in a penthouse helen lived in a cave ivan was a dreamer joey had a modest goal kenny liked rap music lenny liked rock and roll mona was a drunkard nellie ate candy all day olivia read the bible paula got in everybody’s way quentin saved his money rita liked to walk in the rain sammy kept a diary tony had a set of toy trains uncle joe had a thousand jokes vera was one of the girls willie went and lived in the woods expecting the end of the world a young man arrived from the country with zero recommendations he asked a stranger for direction but got lost behind the railroad station a bear emerged from the piney woods and regarded the stranger askance the stranger did not know what to say so he asked the bear to dance the stranger’s name was william smith the bear’s was jonathon jones one of them ate the other but they never found the bones the forest ranger was catherine brown the detective was dan mccraw they walked on the side of the highway and knew that someone had broken the law all you evildoers and espousers of anarchy go back to your homes and children there is nothing here to see I went for a walk at midnight because there was nothing on tv everything looked like it always did at least it did to me

drifting blues

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

floating down a river floating down a stream hand in hand with hitler in a stalin dream drifting down a highway drifting down a road getting ready to rule the world with my secret code saw a light in the distance castle up ahead decided to cash in my ticket and dance with the dead dracula came to the doorway with a candle in his hand eleanor roosevelt took my suitcase it was all filled up with sand i followed her through the ballroom where the band was playing loud and she left me in the kitchen lonely as a cloud st teresa appeared before me with a cook’s hat on her head george washington wanted a sandwich but we could not find the bread i slipped out in the alley where a hurricane did rage and there i found general custer demanding a living wage i saw that heaven was a sandwich and peanut butter was hell marx and engels were jelly on my head the raindrops fell I saw george soros at mcdonalds order a whole roast pig i saw mitch mcconnell at yankee stadium wearing a blonde wig i awoke to wind and darkness and saw eyeballs in the murk i had not won the lottery so i had to go to work

the hittites

by horace p sternwall

the hittite empire was founded by hattusili who engaged in rapine and plunder quite freely but hattusli was only the first and some of his successors were even worse hattusini was followed by mursilish who trampled his neighbors like a whirling dervish and after him came telepinu but i don't know much about him, do you? watch out for tukulti-ninurta do him wrong and he'll hurt ya but good king suppiluliuma though mighty, had a great sense of humor

tornado

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

nobody ever says anything nice about tornadoes surely something or somebody must benefit from them they clear the air! some worms or bugs must benefit from the human habitations being uprooted and blown away maybe the energy of the tornado is beneficial to creatures in another dimension or even to non-human creatures in this one maybe a tornado in oklahoma is good for a feral cat or a python somewhere in asia or good for something somewhere in some manner incomprehensible to humans you never know so don’t judge tornados too hastily always stop and think before you think

oblivion

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

oft, in the middle distance i am overwhelmed by existence my brain explodes in purple waves and oblivion i crave oblivion, my dear friend when did our romance end? once i held you tight and you consoled me every night something went wrong in a dream i heard a song and followed it down a street not knowing what i might meet and what i met i must confess was nothing but - nothingness what it whispers i hear not it laughs - at what i have forgot o if i could only sleep! there is an appointment i must keep beneath the mocking midnight sky without a star, without an eye