2 poems

by wiggly jones. "the little hippie boy"

illustrations by palomine studios

sky poems are about the sky why? poets from li po to rimbaud noticed that the sky was blue how true the sky is blue the clouds are white all right sometimes the sky is gray on a winter day and the grass is green when from a distance seen lonely travelers pass as cows chew the grass crows fly overhead their wings are black and their eyes are red

a lost dream in my youth i had a dream i thought that war would wither away and greed become a thing of the past and conflict and strife and the exploitation of one human by another would vanish like summer breezes if the human race only learned to love yes, love not war you’ve heard it all before but in my day i had something more specific in mind i thought all violence would vanish from the earth if only all human females were required to give love to any human male who asked them any place any time all the time well obviously the world has taken quite a different direction you 21st century humans may be horrified more likely you are laughing or just shaking your heads what can i say? if you saw me on the street today you would pass me by without a glance but how do you know that the streets are not filled with people who have had or still have thoughts even stranger or more foreign to you? how do you know?