Crossing The Line by Barry Williams

Humanity,  he said. No one says humanity … Ats the hard part of an egg. The sole of a shoe anda What can be done for you? But no names. Thank you, friend. Barry out.  

You’re not here You’re here. You ain’t doing shit but Shit is getting done. Avatars for rent anda Sixth sense son. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

There was a meat pill. A celery pill. And pills made outa water. He squeezed one into The other’s shape but it Didn’t go down like it oughta. Weren’t the shape He thought as it Melted in his mouth. Mmm,  it ain’t the shape. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Reality is one way. You are another. A babe of Mrs. Nature but She is not your mother. You march to a walking sound A drum beat made by feet Upon a major entity You are keen to greet. And work with. And shape. And if your marching satisfies You will soon escape. The confines […]

You go. You do. It’s you and all things that matter to you. Those things are important. They need attention. They don’t need me and my intervention. You go. You do. Thank you, friend. Barry out.  

He didn’t do it. The guy could prove it. He didn’t move it. It really moved him. Away from home now. Not alone wow. Sad man holy cow. Tough row to hoe. He Johnny Doe. Livin’ no by no. Damn time so slow. Thank you, friend. Barry out.  

Shit needs two dimensions only To go absolutely sideways. Give it four or five dimensions Shit be sideways always. So… look out! You newby tenth dimensioner. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Shit was better left unsaid. He said. Don’t go aiming your lips toward Dead ears head. In the hope of discerning what The no lips read. Cause they can’t. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Sure shit changed. Which was bad for Constant. Who needed everything the same. Be predictable. Like static. Oh Boring, she’s very so glad you came! Alas, shit changes. Life is fleeting. But lawdy how she’d love to play that game! Thank you, friend. Barry out.      

She got herself mixed up in shit. A loop-de-loop with a little twist. A cord wrapped around a nothing knob A no step step to the gravity god. A trip to Terra Firma Flailing, jiggling blob. Of curious, about to hurt, flesh. Why life? Thank you, friend. Barry out.  

Not one shadow. No one noticed. Said here look. Still, choices. Unbidden. Voices. Shhh… Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Today don’t matter. Today ain’t nothin’. Goin’ too smooth. Gonna rough it. Maybe tough it. Outa here. Thank you, friend. Barry out.    

You look out. No really, look out. You point your peepers and Dark energy sings. It wants to bring What you see. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Oh if dad were alive He’d know what to do. Dad’d know what to do. He’d start with a bitta wet wood And, A few dampish catalog pages. And gas. A bucket full ‘o gasoline! An man he’d toss that gas anda Damn matches too… Anda whole bloody thing explode! Sure ya you got your […]

Jesus fucking christ! Talk about tying your kangaroo down Sport. Why do kangaroos need tying down Sport? Well, if’n they ain’t tied down They bounce around Until they’ve found That common ground Where the anguished sound Of loss is king. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

You want what you eat You don’t speak of Nothin’ other. Causa squeakin’, squeakin’. Squeakin’ by. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Oh jesus Crazy Joe. Crazy Joe don’t know. How da calender go. Crazy Joe don’t flow. Don’t hussle mo’. No to and fro. Honey catch dat do’. Not fo’ Crazy Joe. But fo dem befo’. Da tough goin’. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Oh fuck he talked. A mile a minute. There weren’t no scenes Without him in it He don’t account For observer effect He engineer a train Fuckin’ train be wrecked Fightin’ on a ship Mofo be decked. Even tho’ he chose To BE science. Thank you, friend. Barry out.  

Shit’s already bad enough. You don’t have to make it up. Shit’s runnin’ over cup. Whaty-what-what? Whaty-what? Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Look now. Now look. That tree you shook Isa shakin’ hands witha Zillion clans who all made plans To be here with you Now. Thank you, friend. Barry out.  

Some faces just messed up. Going for the owner is tough. They say enough’s enough! Stop staring or shit gets rough. Come there ‘n call your bluff. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Fuck the furniture. Getta new chair. Not maybe new but No shit be hangin’ there. ‘Nen someday git square Wit Square Gitters. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Got your specific number. Got your specific  name. Got your specific entourage. You got that specific game. You play. I’m out. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Life starts. Hope it overlaps. Then it kicks your arse when Life’s the craps. But you don’t wax. Life packs unpacks. Your bags. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Ya got the smell of Sheep onya boy. The smella sheep Smellin’ sheep. Boy. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Git me away from you. Don’t ask me what to do. I can’t even see through The place you want me to. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Remorse sets in then Riga mortise. Don’t get the beggars Mixed up. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

They were thick as thieves. Maybe thicker’n at. They had so many fronts Their front was a back. Frontanda back frontanda back They were side to side. If one told the truth Not one of ’em lied. Thank you, friend. Barry out.  

A red bandana. Dude got dead cause he ignored The rule about red bandanas. On this turf no bandanas. Badges on hats and epaulets. Spit polished boots and no regrets. They gets what they gets If they don’t do threats Bandanas better hit the deck. Right quick. Or their lives vamoose at the click Of […]

Larry rots in prison. For his children. The pen is teaching Larry. For his children. Solitary confinement yo. For his children. Love coralled by bars. For his children. A penal system to warp him. For his children. His animal anger contained. For his children. Larry’s spirit broken. For his children. This man in THE man’s […]