1 F.I.H.

One foot in heaven.

One foot in hell.

One stings at’s true.

The other well…

It’s a long, long story.

Too long to tell.

But if you have a minute

Hep ya remove at spail.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.


People Are Not Human

You know thyself.

At least know of thyself.

And know of others.

And know they don’t.

Know themselves.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

Guts And Brains

Your stomach wants you to eat.

Feet say sit on down.

A healthy you says

With this nose,

Ima be a goddamn clown!

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

You And Your Body Are Two Beings

He pointed at the alien.

The alien pointed back.

He frowned.

It frowned.

He ‘magined hurt.

Lashed out so

The mirror cracked.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

The Boss Wasn’t Always

Today they look right at you.

You are a movie star.

Respect and attention, you’ve got it.

You know just who you are.

But then come the smarter than people.

They kept you up at night.

You praised them and smooched them

And coochy-cooed them,

Now it don’t feel so right.

It’s humble pie…

Take a big ‘ol bite!

This humble pie is baked so right!

You, as a baker, are outa sight!

You baked a bunch of bakers an

Baker’s bite,

The hand.

Their hand!

That feeds them.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.


Facination? They Had None.

Huh … said the dog.

Wow! Said the cat.

Lookie! Said the bird

To the humans not looking back.

All the people slept with

Their eyes wide open.

Forget about causation,

Correlation was token.

So sleep man, sleep.

Enjoy a slumber unbroken.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

You Stay The Hell Away From Me, Y’hear?!

Voice mail he don’t do.

Don’t send any letters.

Your cards and notes of well wishing

Go to dumpster diving bet getters.

Keep your waves of greeting in check.

Tip your hat just to scratch your head.

If you see me, look away.

Amuse yourself.

And remember what the bad man said.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.




All Things To All People? Divide Your Happiness By A Million.

She said yes, she could.

He said sure, he would.

They smiled and said yay good!

It’s settled.

You’ll be this for me.

I’ll be he for thee.

Then the world will see.

Us happy.

We’ll act like it’s okay.

We’ll fake the day away.

So everyone will say.

They’re happy.

But inside fractured glad,

Sandbags full of you said!

Resist encroaching dread.

And debris on beauty beach each morning.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.




Rehabilitation Complete

Sumbitch was a model prisoner.

He ain’t take nor make no shit.

Added two and two and try as he do,

Could never get five from it.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.


Once The Army Went Through There Was Shit Worth Picking Up

They lined up for their badges.

With this one came a truck and cage.

A rod and noose manager for animal rage.

This one got a knife and a heady – head light,

And tonsa tiny pills to help the wearer sleep at night.

The last badge assaulted freedom so it traveled witha weapon,

The badgeless stayed in back of this badge ya,

‘Cause everywhere else was stepped on.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.



You Think I Do This For Me?!

He hadda giva guy shit.

Hadda lean on him a bit.

So the beggar wouldn’t quit.

Bet he didn’t know it.

Buddy didn’t do it for himself naw.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.




The Cattle Moo On Mooving Day

Oh anticipation, where art thou?

Cantcha tell where this is headed?

They form belowed lines and some double back,

Destination still Fort Dreaded.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.



The Fool They Take Me For

No, he ain’t doin’ that.

He ain’t goin’ there.

He won’t say no.

He just don’t care.

Pretends he don’t hear.

Pretends not to see.

The bugger let’s world be, world be.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.



Know You Don’t

Let go of who you are

Right now.

Let go of who you are.

You will be who you

Are not.

You’ll not be who you are.

You’ll not.

Then think this newbie’s thoughts.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

The World Is My Mother I Shall Not Want

Eat these things made of dirt

He said.

And make yourself out of dirt.

He said.

But beware of dirt,

Piled dirt can hurt.

And don’t play in school clothes neither.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.


Yabutt Can You Be Yourself?

These people needed him to like them.

He didn’t, and he told them so.

They’d call him mean and nasty.

He’d have to stop them with whoa, whoa, whoa!

His eyebrows bushed as if they’d pushed

A hairy button nobody saw.

He’d look ’em square,

Right in the peepers.

Grip ’em by the shoulders with his gaze.

He’d gruff as he cleared their soul out.

If there’s a game I’m the first one playin’!

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.



Dad I’ve Got Your Shirt On

First you were a shyster.

Then born again christian.

But that dad thing had you baffled.

Like hugs with strangers raffled

For a buck to add some sand into the stew.

God was just your partner and a

Partner should know when to

Keep their p’s a little closer to their q’s.

Shush now daddy’s talking.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

And Wee, Wee, Wee, Went The Little Pig. Even At Home.

Looking at the fall of Barry.

Whispered to myself.

Please don’t let me wind up here…

Two old chairs and twenty four Luckys.

Mama don’t cut yer hair.

I like it stringy.

Don’t stop smokin’ ’em Lucky Strikes.

Lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky.

And bingo, keep going, with everybody knowing,

That you dab your way to success.

So drinking and smoking and dabber stank blowing,

Yer not stalked by excess.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.


And Everybody’s Anchor Was Behind Them. Get It?

Yer baggage.

It’s draggin’.

Carryin’ capacity laggin’.

You’re shy then.

You struggle.

Living in yer bubble.

Getting in your eye.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.


Playing With Gusto

Gusto is a thing.

See it. Smell it. Feel it.

Let gusto feel you.

Create an odor.

Engulf yourself.

Know that you

Nearly shit yourself.

Smile deep breaths.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

The People Around Me Think My Work is Workless

Okay I didn’t show up for work today.

It got drunk where I was livin at.

I wanted to be there but

Care as I dare wasn’t

Enough for me to

Give a fack.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

Robert Fucking Borden

Gimme dat dem Benjamins!


Roshambo where

Paper wins!


Then he grins.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.


Okay I Tell You Dis

Airbrush you out of a picture.

Not a birthday card in sight.

Man you gettin’ nothin’ for christmas.

Halloween we turn out the lights.

The loxxa changa.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

What’s He Sayin’ Son, What’s He Sayin’?

God works in mysterious ways.

Like those times when

Lucifer plays and

Who’s to say

That this

Ain’t the way?

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.


Why Use A Bolt Of Lightnin’ When A Big ‘Ol Boat Will Do?

Something doesn’t like too many pieces

Playing on the same board game.

Too many Playas on the old Itanic,

Dog paddle inna tux look lame.

But what ya gonna do when

Gravity knows you well and

Then your lucky star swings by?

Well, you jump overboard afore

The whole damn horde, drawing

Fire to your location while the

Horde, in their frustration,

Peeps loudly for a nation

Which they hope will come

And save them which, in turn,

Relays back to them;

Ask not – what your Country does to you.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

You Wouldn’t Believe How Much Free Is Costing Me

Could’ja give me something mister?

This shit was never said.

The thought of getting without giving

Never entered any head.

But then one day was read:

Edward Bernays said;

Give them daily bread!

Keep curiosity fed.

Sick ‘ em up in bed.

They owe us now!

How much?


From now on get them

Call us public servants.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.



It’s Brother, Mama, Neighbor / Cop – All A Way Up.

The guys there had a plan and

Everyone was in it.

Those without a plan never

Realized they could so

They didn’t, living out another’s plan.

The plan said stop all planning.

All collusion and get to-ing.

Stop synergy in it’s tracks and send

Those synergistic packing.

And all their plan was lacking

Was the totally committed backing

From those squirrely minded doers

Whom re-replan.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.



Invented Love

Make a favorite color.

Favorite fashion.

Really create your

Deepest passion.

Creations so real

They almost feel


Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

God’s Off The Hook Again

He didn’t save Nadine and

Couldn’t bust Jerry’s kidney stones.

God don’t suffer fools and when he does

The non fools groan.

He won’t bring peace to the middle east

And he kinda lets the colors scrap.

No, God don’t do that much it seems,

Unanswered prayers like that.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

Don’t Party On Yer Birthday

Birthdays are for looking at photos.

Thanking friends and dredging good


Take it slow and slack on party day

But birthday hard every day.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.