2 poems

illustrations by palomine studios

no more by horace p sternwall there are no more secrets for spies to steal no more mysteries to be revealed no more conspiracies to be exposed that is just the way it goes everything is out in the open wisdom of the ages? - keep hoping what you see is what you get enlightenment is falling without a net alas! the younger generation heeds no stately peroration from graybeards staggering to the grave dreams are now reality’s slaves oh poor demystified planet! now just one big slab of granite who will write your epitaph when the gods chuckle and the angels laff

poem for everyone by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy" look out the window what do you see? i don’t see you and i don’t see me i see ten trillion desperate souls filled with bomb and bullet holes marching through the purple gloom of john the baptist’s hotel room i am not attila the hun i am more st stephen i never get mad nor do i get even nobody owes me anything that’s the way i see it if the picnic ends tomorrow so be it