the little bird

by wiggly jones "the little hippie boy"

john smith was walking down the road. it had rained the night before and the grass on the side of the road was still wet. john saw a little bird in the grass fluttering its wings., but not taking off into the air. was it hurt? he wondered. was there any way he could help it? should he pick it up and take it home and try to hep it heal? but just as he was thinking these thoughts, the little bird sailed away into the air and over a great elm tree in the field by the side of the road. and a rainbow appeared in the sky.

the little star

by wiggly jones "the little hippie boy"

a little star was wandering through a universe. it came upon a big planet. i wonder if that fellow is friendly, the little star wondered. i will shine my light on it. but the big planet did not appreciate the little star’s light. what do you think you are doing, punk? it growled. get lost the little star went on its way, leaving the big planet in darkness.

the road

by nick nelson

cecily woke up. richard was standing at the window, looking out at the night. what are you doing, richard? cecily asked. thinking. about anything in particular? go back to bed. you have a big day tomorrow, remember? i remember only too well. that is why i have made up my mind. oh? cecily rubbed her eyes. made up your mind to do what? to leave all this behind. what? you mean you are going to kill yourself? go back to bed. no, i mean it. i am going to take to the road, leave all this behind. oh for god’s sake, have you been having those dreams again? did you take your pills? there is something i have to tell you. you forgot to take your pills. there is a woman - her name is yolanda. a real woman.with fire and ice in her veins and she was born for love. she has never been to a parent teacher meeting. she has never played golf or saved the earth. i am going to her. if you took your pills you wouldn’t have these fantasies. i am leaving. i will take the car, and the gas in it, and one suitcase, and one credit card. you can have everything else. including the bills. i guess. you ‘ll manage. the bills for jonathon and ella’s college training. i’ll try to send you something if i can. i will write a note to jeff parkman. go back to bed, richard. if you don’t want to take your pill now, make sure you take one tomorrow. cecily rolled over and put her face in her pillow. richard left the room and went downstairs without turning any lights on. there was a small suitcase in the back of the hall closet and he collected it and a coat and went outside and got in his car and started it. of course there was no yolanda, but everything else he had told cecily was true. he was leaving with just the suitcase and one almost maxed out credit card. and no pills. into the night. into the unknown. wherever fate and the road would take him. it was the year 2020. how far will he get?

the jolly bandits

by anonymous

there were four jolly bandits and they rode the desert wastes and they robbed the rich of everything from diamonds to good taste their names were pancho pablo, pedro ,and pete they were four hombres you wouldn't want to meet unless that is you were the salt of the earth and heavens eye had witnessed your birth in the red heavens of long ago when the sky was sand and green winds did blow and peace caressed the land in a violet mist all before the coming of the capitalists who built their castle against the new white sky and the people awoke to build pyramids - and die the whip came down and mush bowls were distributed a fund for orphans was established to which the bankers laughingly contributed quigley, quorumbo, quizzer and quick four villains who made the system tick sip their espresso and smoke their cigars snap their fingers and gaze at the stars o when will the bandits come again to undo humankind’s original sin pancho, pedro, pablo, and pete riding together down the dusty street

brain poem

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

as i was walking down the road i thought i heard my head explode my brain cells floated through the air with all the world my thoughts to share my plans to save the human race my goal to have a prettier face all my sad humiliations and ideas far above my station drifted on the summer breeze and any travelers, if they pleased could laugh at my entire existence i had no answer or resistance o wayfarer, tell me true what if it happened to you? i mean you no disservice or curse but could anything be worse?

my little dog

by major stafford sternwall i had a little dog but he could not climb a tree he was not a cat or a frog and all he wanted was to be free i called him alexander because he was not free from sin but he thought the view was grander from the window of the inn he begged me please to change his name to peter or to paul i told him he had to play the game or be the death of us all i heard a knocking in the wall and knew the hour had struck and now await the bishop’s call to hear him spout his modern muck

old times

by horace p sternwall

i remember the good old times before i was covered with slime and i was the president of the united states’s caddy and all the women loved me madly and i did just as i pleased and sat beside the pool drinking daiquiris and everybody was interested in my opinions and when i wanted a prize, i would win one stop - it seems to me that i am mot engaging your sympathy what is that you say? that at least i had my day? like every dog has its day? put your martini back on the tray stand up and challenge me like a human being i can not believe what i am hearing and seeing things were different then cats were women and dogs were men rain fell on the flowers and the road ran on i was here and now i am gone