You cook, then eat.
Undress, then sleep.
Time doesn’t pass until you notice it creep
Into your hair and knees and
Even if you don’t please
Time is gonna find you.
Fade away your memory.
Now you cannot run.
Muse at all the things that will never get done.
Now you have to think.
Think and deeply drink
From the past that flew so fast
That it damn near missed you.
His lips moved lots,
When he lied.
Her words flowed true
When she lied.
They smiled and held hands.
Achieving all their plans
Against the also rans.
Holding all the cards.
Ahead by many yards.
They shone from these retards.
Because they spoke a second language.
One that contained all the damage.
Til it ripped a hole in
Honesty’s soul.
A hole the beggars patched up pronto.
Dude shuffles into your waiting room.
He’s hurting. Hurt bad.
You’d say, sir, take a number…
Ain’t ya heard we’re shorta staff?!
Lady says – this mistake’s yours.
‘Nen you get down on cloven hoved fours,
And CHARGE BITCH! you say,
Mistake? Ya made a big one!
Now you get some come up ants
And doesn’t ya let me catcha
Playin’ it’s right back atcha.
It ain’t, but if it ever was shit.
You’d bite your tongue the smallest bit.
And maybe eat a few of your words.
This wool is not a thread but it
Will wind up on a bed
As a mattress cover.
This thread is not a sheet but as
A hood, that thread will keep
A Grand Wizard’s name secret.
It’s just a thread…
That hood, it must stay hidden and
For that, they need trees willing
To give their slivers, to make a
Cabinet, to hide that hood.
That cabinet might need paint and
This time the better half ain’t
So hurt her hubby’s late and
She doesn’t hesitate
To make up her mind.
About the wool or about the thread.
Or about the cabinet which she said
Wouldn’t hide that horrid hood
Made out of thought.
Everytime her pie hole flapped
He would carve another notch.
And every notch was piled up
The last one was a gotcha!
It split their bark.
Turned their love light dark
It left a mark…
The marks joined up til
They formed some words
They were tough to make out
Then the main marker heard
Himself say
Not today.
No damn way.
There was no would left to notch.
You can’t act natural
Cause you’re not.
There’s a great big screen for fake
And you’re caught
In it, so you struggle.
You wiggle.
You point.
Ya, you don’t say here piggy,
But you oink.
They get it.
Your message.
They’re guessing
You’re address is:
Hurtsville. In Harmtown.
And you’re afraid
We’ll burn down
Your house, if we find it.
So you tear up behind you.
How you like the taste of scorched earth?
You’ve got a damn good reason to complain
But you don’t.
You could whine and bitch about your pain
But you won’t.
Because that pain builds muscle.
Which is needed for any hustle
Through the hurtin’ shat storm called life.
Life ain’t always plight but
If you ain’t got it right
It spanks both day and night
Life’ll choke you out.
You can kick and shout.
Maybe flail about.
Cause if you ain’t made your muscle
It don’t matter how much you hustle.
Life will hurt you ’til you cry,
That’s no lie.
Underarms don’t stink because
The owners of them think
About today, who maybe drinks
From the dankest, hairy sink?
And then they drop a little color
In the water.
The table’s set for someone,
Perhaps you.
The clerk waits to serve someone,
Could be you.
The lottery spoiled someone.
The gunman shot at someone.
The shitstorm sullied someone.
Maybe you…
When this light flashed two times,
He touched that.
When that bar spun like this,
He tapped that.
Then a chime would sound and
He’d turn around and
There he found a young man
Had brought cashola.
It was time for holy moly!
Now he was in casholi!
But feed the lights he must.
Feed them ’til he goes bust.
If need be…
He followed Price’s Law.
Before him, so did his pa.
Both beggars would be in awe,
If they knew…
They grabbed him by his Ipad.
Dashed his brains out on a website.
He’d sleep the sleep of the undead.
And he starts this big sleep tonight.
He got a rupture in his noggin.
He clapped when the others clapped.
He’d repeat way to go bud!
And he too, slapped their backs.
Flew that flag when they said drag
Your sorry ass on in here.
He’d be the first to appear.
Thought he traveled in the s’all clear.
Then his key didn’t work.
Tho’ he reefed like Herc.
He felt the jerk
That he really was…
Just because.
Hey, who dat at da door?
World War One wasn’t world war one.
World War Two was War Two Thousand.
Human noses used to plough sand.
Sand that won’t even stay around
‘Til tomorrow.
So save that sorrow and
Look above the beach.
Its within your reach.
To see through their speech.
When they lay their wreaths
That they ain’t paid for.
Not what it seems.
Ignoring screams.
Nightmarish dreams.
Blood furrowed sand, nah…
That ain’t what they saw.
They saw fools at play.
They always said whoa to me.
They said;
Whoa behind my back.
Said whoa,
Without us,
You’re facked.
Said we ain’t helpin’ none
You’re cracked.
Said go ahead jumpin’ to it,
You’re backed.
Said I ain’t leave no trace.
I ain’t need no base.
Said me? I am yo face!
Said you,
I can’t displace
These whispers.
Mama, she loves me.
Wouldn’t hurt me none.
She tells me, your Papa,
Look what he has done.
He cursed you. He hit you.
Chased you with an axe.
And while you was outrunnin’ him
Mama was coverin’ tracks.
She set him up and
Popped him off.
Used him like an old rag cloth.
Wiped the floor with his weak dreams.
Fixed it all so he’d look mean.
Pulled his strings and Papa danced,
Never gave him half a chance
To be himself, revealed to us.
Mama spat and mama cussed.
He is a bad man.
You be glad then,
Mama’s here to save you…
Today ain’t good and
Tamorry ain’t no better.
But what’s a couple changes to
An old go getter?
Go get this.
Go get that.
Hurry up man!
Get on back!
Changed our mind.
You change yours.
Get back down
On all fours.
You stand tall.
Only if you wobble.
No stead fast.
That breeds trouble.
Clicking fingers.
Come on the double.
Your plans gasket.
Their plans muddle.
Get your tickets ready please!
Oh uh, hello there. How you doing?
Listen, my name is Barry and I'm the Conductor on this train so if you need anything, you just ask me, okay?
The bathrooms are right over there and please, pick up after yourself on account of I clean the place, too.
And uh, seeing as you're not from around here I'll just tell you straight out - although every story you might hear on this train is true, some stories are "truer" than others, if you can read between the rails...
Anyway, thanks for stopping by and, y'all come back now, y'hear?
Have a grand day, friend.
Barry Williams
Regina, Saskatchewan, Canada
