a vision

by anonymous

i have a vision of a new world there will be no more war, oppression, poverty, injustice, alienation, aggression, inequality, or waste there will be no races or sexes, so no racism or sexism every human will be the same age and the same height - 1,645 meters and weigh exactly the same - 50 kilograms every human will have their own space - 4.5 meters by 4.5 meters by 3 meters and get the same amount of protein every day - 36 grams and the same amount of oxygen every day - 555 liters and the same amount of water every day - 2 liters and the same amount of sleep every day - 7.6 hours out of 24 on a mattress 2 meters long and half a meter high and listen to 4 hours of music every day, at 75 decibels and watch 2 hours of educational videos every day and meditate 4 or 5 hours a day and run 2 hours a day and practice yoga 1 or 2 hours a day every human will have 2.4 hours a day to do as they please, without intruding on anyone else’s space there will be no false information religion, philosophy, and language will be abolished truth will reign supreme, and set everybody free the energy to maintain the levels of oxygen, water, and protein will be drawn from the sun and when the sun is exhausted, the next star in the galaxy will be tapped, and then the next star after that and when the galaxy is exhausted, the next galaxy and so on… it might not go on forever but forever is a long time

my treat

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

i was walking down the street i stopped and sat down on a park bench behind me i heard somebody say all i want is to be treated like a human being what does that mean, i wondered to be treated like a human being how about you? are you treated like a human being? do you treat other people like human beings? what about cats and dogs and reptiles and bugs? do you treat them like human beings? i started thinking about human beings do you remember saddam hussein? or qaddafi? they were human beings how were they treated? they both started out well they thought they were doing pretty good saddam ended up living in a hole in the ground and then he was hanged qaddafi was murdered in the street how did you treat sadden hussein? how did he treat you? if you are a little older you might remember ronald reagan and margaret thatcher and o j simpson they were human beings too how did you treat them and how did they treat you? and if you are a real old timer you might remember khruschev and marilyn monroe and general douglas macarthur or you could go to the library and read books about people even further back, like hitler and florence nightingale and mary queen of scots and cleopatra and confucius human beings, every one of them how were they treated? there have been a lot of human beings it gets hard to keep track them all you know what i'm saying? it just goes to show you

you

you were there when i was born you didn’t even say hello when i went outside you followed when i spoke you were always behind me in broad daylight and when the sun went down into classrooms and churches supermarkets and pizza shops job interviews bars and movie theaters i traveled the earth trying to lose you by plane, by bus by foot on dusty roads by boat, on subways on roller coasters and ferris wheels once, in a canoe which did not overturn you heard my every conversation interrupted my every thought when i “met” someone on line you always showed up “in real life” i don’t know what i was thinking i give up you win here let me buy you a drink

morning glory

by samantha monday sternwall

little flower outside my window shaking in the breeze i heard a story about you tell me if you please all these years i thought you were the same every day but now i am told different this is what they say that every night you die and in the morning are replaced by another little flower with the same smiling face every night i go to sleep and every night i dream and in the morning i wake up having floated down night’s stream am i the same or different every morn? have there been 10,000 mes since i was born? o little flower let us face the day are we, or they, or anything real? who are we to say?

a walk in the rain

i decided to do something different and went for a walk in the rain and looked for signs in puddles the mystery of life to explain i met a cat with a serious face and a dog that was wagging its tail they passed me by with a look in their eye that said wisdom was not for sale i passed a bag lady drinking a fanta with the daily news spread on her head a taxi splashed me with muddy water i wished i was home in bed i entered a store of convenience a lottery ticket to buy the drawing was not until tuesday i returned to the street with a sigh i saw a man in a doorway and thought i knew his name but i passed him by without asking he might know my secret shame i wish it would rain forever and nothing ever get dry i would meet myself at the river and look myself in the eye

another day, another song

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

if you make up a story as you go along it might turn into a happy song or it might turn into a cry of despair you will never if you are not there start with a girl who is down on her luck and a guy driving a pickup truck he stops and asks her if she wants a ride she says no and he starts to cry this story could go in a lot of directions you could cut it up in little sections he could just drive way and she could live for another day she could become a tv star and he could sit in a lonely bar and look up and see her face on the screen and wonder what it all means or he could look through a dark lens and vow eternal revenge on the whole female species while she gets a tan on sunny beaches or they could both go down the road dreaming in a secret code that unlocks the key to these universes of solitude, despair, and curses

at dusk

by corinne delmonico

samuel was a spider felicia was a fly kenneth was a dragon with a twinkle in his eye leonard was a lion boris was a bat amanda was a little girl who thought the earth was flat they all got together in the old house at dusk pamela was the parlor maid who never had much lusk jenkins was the lawyer who was to read the will but he had a spot of bother and was nabbed by old bill out in the distance a train whistle cries carrying away the prophets who thought they were so wise they all sat in the parlor waiting for their tea they can wait there forever if it were only up to me