Oh, you’re sooo smart!
Playing like it’s your show.
Giver giver you go.
All tbe way in fast mode.
Dreamin tho in slo mo’.
Thrashing from the to fro.
Road don’t go where you go.
Need another epidermis.
Better be in that thermos.
Gonna drink a new skin, me.
Slide a little more easy.
Maybe lean a little less.
Maybe settle, god bless.
Maybe be useless
A liitle less.
Maybe…
One hundred fucking monkeys.
Pounding on keys.
Slammin’ out language.
Typin’s a breeze!
Give ‘er you monkeys!
Lookit you go!
Bangin’ ’em fingers
Fast as ale go!
Monkeys ain’t slow.
No! No! No!
They’ll bite each other’s fingers off
Just to get ahead.
Show ’em that you have a heart
Monkeys eatcha dead.
They want what you said.
Typin’ out your word for word.
Only story ever heard.
Shakespeare, wasn’t it?
Jody shat his drawers
Again and again.
Wouldn’t stop crying
In his effing playpen.
Fell and skinned his knee.
Wrecked his goddamn bike.
Broke his crooked nose comin’
Second in a fight.
Knew it wasn’t right but he
Set himself adrift.
Often bit his lip.
Listened quite a bit.
Finally gathered, if
The cryin’s gonna stop.
You have gotta plop,
Your ass upon the truth
Evil’s on the loose.
It’s looking for a roost.
And you will do.
A nice purse on
Is not a nice person
And a nice purse on a nice person
Does a nice pers on not make.
They take what they will take.
Make you no mistake.
They got their sights set on
Your good to great beyond.
Beyond where you can see
But you’ll be there, bay be.
And they’ll be there, may be.
To greet you…
Just around the corner.
Right beneath the bed.
Underneath the toilet ring.
Dread, man. Dread.
Doesn’t turn your eyes that way!
Attention whore will have to say
What chu lookin’ at, you fag?!
Then choke you out
With kindness gagged
By weirdness and happiness and
Twisty smiles.
Squinty eye holes.
Splintered nails.
There’s no disguise.
When you get wise
To Lucifer.
Right here.
What a surprise…
A wee, wee cuppa mushroom tea
Ten o’fuckin’ clock
In the mornin’.
Make it through the day
Ever’ way I can.
Motherfuckin’ tan
Blacken out mah tats.
Got me no regrets.
Let ’em placer bets.
Whether cigarettes
Is bad or isit good?
Maybe shoulda woulda
Sent da money earlier.
Den da prize’d be here
Already.
God, she was close to the edge all day!
A whiff could blow her away.
The breezes, they gusted and occasional storm
A tsunami was on it’s way…
Run for your life!
The expression I saw and I
Ran like hell ’til I
Could not draw the
Breath I needed, then
Panting, she heeded my plea
To stop chasing ’cause I
Couldn’t run.
Any more…
I was caught and I thought that
By catching me
She would be
A little more merciful.
But You Go Girl, she kept on going.
The amount of shit you have figured out
Is smaller than a hill of beans.
The path you follow turns this way and that
Straight through in-betweens.
Damned if you do.
Damned if you don’t.
You wanna stop but
The wolves, they won’t.
Who dat at da do’?!
Don’t nobody move!
Hafta fake ’em out.
Leave ’em onna hoof.
Raindeer onna roof.
Come out! Come out, Goof!
Man oh man, leave me alone!
Get outside! Outside my home!
I’ll turn on you.
May turn you off.
Course, then it be just me…
Part of me hated the bastard.
Part of me wanted to kill him.
Part of me wanted to drink him up.
Part of me loved the thrill of him.
Kill or be killed.
Smiled as he said it.
Then off popped the tops
Of a bar with no limit.
Now guzzle and gulp and wake up Mister Big Head.
Now you wanna be dead, instead of living?!
What have they been giving
You down at the dance hall, prance hall…
Whatever you call it.
It is trying to cart you away!
Fuckin’ buddy dropped out of site!
One second he’s beside me, the next, swoosh! I felt his hand brush my arm as he clawed the air, hoping against all hope that what was happening, was not happening to him.
I knew what was happening to him at that brush. His brush with death. Or at least near death. Or wanting to be dead.
Buddy knew it too. We all knew…
What we knew in that instant was that some of us were going home tonight, and some not. Buddy was in the “not” category.
Yep, this Halloween would be a harbinger for the remainder of buddy’s life because tonight, buddy’s future sploodged in a hole new direction.
If he lived, I thought, he’d be more cautious. Likely waay more cautious. He’d probably be much more skeptical about the supposed good nature of mankind, too.
If he lived…
I bet future buddy would watch his step more. And he would watch the steps of other people more, too. It didn’t help matters that he was a native guy and had already been through a fair bit of shit.
But whatever, up to now he had faced his challenges head on, with as much confidence as he could muster and even though we seldom thought about buddy’s race, or anybody’s race for that matter, tonight was about to change how we all felt about ourselves and people in general.
Why?
Because tonight was the first time that all the kids on our street banded together to send a message by exerting our minor influence on the meanest old dude in our neighborhood.
Tonight was icing night for a frog tossing, knock out ginger cake delivered to Senior Sad Sack of Shite the week before and the time had come to give BugEye Boozer the recogition he deserved…
***
The lessons of time teaches parents and kids about the ins and outs of tattle-tales. Both groups understand that tattle-tailors are often not well respected, usually not appreciated and mostly unrewarded for their efforts.
Adolescents, on the other hand, don’t contemplate tattle-tailors on account of their reality being made up mostly of games, gossip and grand exaggerations and even though our group didn’t acknowledge the risk, kid snitches were a thing and tonight the stench of that basic knowing wafted over us.
It just so happened that two of our fellow caperists were doing double time as Backoff Buckoh’s kids. Sure, they swore up and down that they hated Hammered Hank too, and they were right there with us on the front lines, catapulting frogs and supervising meat cannon logistics, so every cocked arm new exactly when Sir No Funnery would open his front door.
But, as it turned out, one of the haters didn’t hate enough because, well… buddy…
Was our cohort threatened? Maybe. Coerced? Possibly. Regardless, he was right there among us, creeping through the same cold, wet grass we crept through. Suppressing the same squeaky giggles we all suppressed. And ya, gulp gasping as we all fucking gulp gasped – while saving his own omission lying ass by being the furthest witness away from a good compadre’s murky oblivion.
Fucker.
See, what buddy and the best of us didn’t know, and what was to cause all of us – especially buddy – a great deal of emotional grief, was that the little prank we were about to play on Master Moron had been revealed to him.
Because you know what the old bastard did?
As twilight faded into that cool Halloween evening, Sir Sam SmartAss stealthily moved his outhouse ahead.
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You do. You do.
It’s all about doing.
Baby, you do me in.
I don’t know where to begin but
Doing, it soon wears thin.
Dead guys with clean clothes.
Been there, seen doze.
Mirror bullets for Werewolves.
Stand back, the door’s closin’.
Touch Baby, but not those ones.
Those’ll just blow us away.
And Baby, I want us to stay.
Pretend it’s just another day.
Baby, we’ll take time to play.
Then this day won’t drag us out,
Put us down, make us talk mean.
It certainly won’t blow us away!
Honey…?
From then on we’ll watch what we say.
We’ll play the game.
If we’re careful, the same
Outcome will become the
Real one we wanted.
Smile. Nod your head. It’s okay.
He niced his hundredth person,
For that week!
He coulda niced a hundred more…
But some folks didged and
Others dodged.
They deflected nice… what for?!
Show another playa you’re playin’!
At least…
Smile at a playa.
Nod at a playa.
See what a little respect can do!
But everybody head down or
Maybe talk out loud.
Maybe one more selfie given
Got room in the cloud.
Oh ya, you on prime now.
They got you, and hard!
What you want is what you get.
Don’t hafta try that hard.
Cause that’s your credit card.
Welcome to the spiral!
No screaming.
This house was run by vote.
Votes ran this house.
Mom and Dad tallied the notes.
In this house.
They said every vote surely counted.
They would count and then recount them.
Then they’d say
Just like we said;
Mom and Dad get that brand new bed.
The tallied voting said…
And the votes, they ran this house.
Fuck, he was a retard!
He’d see shit comin’
Then, while hummin’
He’d s-l-o-w-l-y get ahead.
Like mama always said.
There’s something in your eye.
Something that’s so fly.
Ain’t me what they say.
Another light flies away.
Them, they never stray
Into the vast unknown.
Curious’s home.
But with him comes the shitty-est of luck.
BOOM! He wanted to see God so bad.
BOOM! Was the only way he thought he had.
BOOM! Exploded sadness turned some others mad.
BOOM! Enter the Sandman with his hands of glad.
Shhh! He works in silence, wrings the good from bad.
He yins their yang then.
They begin to question.
Their path to heaven.
So the Sandman gives ’em hell…
Some came in saucers.
Others had reptile skin.
Some had no skin at all
And weren’t where they had been.
When they landed after tactile.
And just before smell.
One could see them but not feel them
Because touching them was, well…
Waay out of the question.
See them on the edge of sight.
Feel them just past felt.
Communicating soundlessly.
The endless, boundless wealth
Of knowledge.
Five was the number.
The number was five.
Then he’d come awake.
Then he’d be alive!
Seven was a number.
A number which he dread.
Seven was a forcer
Force him outa bed.
One was rent.
Water, fifteen.
Life insurance, taxes
In between.
Then it’s a clean break.
Maybe wake ‘n be baked.
Tummy ache can be faked
Cause school uh waits for you.
Words kept coming
Like non-stop humming.
Like a far away train will rumble you.
You feel the world a rockin’.
You hear somebody talkin’.
The rocks get hot to walk on.
So now you run.
Son-of-a-gun!
Stops being fun.
You come undone.
Not the only one.
And now you’re never tired
Because you’re always wired
And you don’t know
You’re sleeping
Alot more.
Say this again tomorrow.
For tomorrow holds no sorrow.
It’s a brand new day
With a brand new way
Of doing things that
Shouldn’t be done.
But today you can
Replay your plan
Cause today all things are different.
See, the man changed his mind.
Today you’ll find
Him rather kind
So do that which shouldn’t be done.
Fo’ sho’ he was an asshole.
He had those asshole ways.
And without any effort
He could asshole on for daze!
Sometimes he would wonder.
As assholes seldom do.
What made me such an asshole?
Can I dam my river of poo?
Maybe read a book or
Take a course or join a goddamn church.
Or maybe join the military.
They manhandle jerks.
But do it, you do something.
You made this problem, so…
You must quit your assholenish.
Or prison’s where you’ll go.
He just paid income tax and
Tax on his gas and the gasser
Paid their taxes all the way down.
He paid their tax, too.
On his car, too.
Every fucking thing in his house was taxed too!
His food. His clothes.
The fooders and the clothers.
He paid their tax too!
They told him after taxes
That his loot was tax free!
Sweet Jesus, fuck me!
This is tax free?!
Ain’t no tax left for me!
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
