He was hot to listen to. His gaze was hard. And he spoke real slow On full re-tard. He looked away but Right around and his Echoes bounced tho’ Not with sound. Added to the soup he was A seasoning and his Taste burned sweet like The daze ending. All wanted more so Pounded we […]
Archive for January, 2016
Squeezed into you. One eyelock at a time. To them it’s just another game. To your mind it’s a crime. Don’t look up. Don’t speak out. Folks with cleaner brains Will shout You down. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
One bush. One tree. A thick one yes? Hiding three dimensionally So look their best. You will not be found. Because you’re not a-round. You’re square. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Jesus she howled at mother nature. Bitch got her outa bed. Kicked at the cats and Cursed because that’s How you get things to Go like you wanna. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
A blow-up bed that Wouldn’t stay blowed up. Bills stacked up to the sky. Tracks in the snow not made by he And no one saying what or why. No guarantees. No mentor. Just do it till it works or There’s the door. As before. Ain’t no score To settle. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
He went one arm deep. Just one arm deep. Even through culture’s creep. Gott-em one arm deep. He fought sometimes to keep Keep most of them asleep And only one arm deep. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Jesus you don’t know. How far I go To make this show Of not knowing. I nod. I look away. I appear to be hearing every Word you say. Mmm hmm. Okay. You bet. Right away. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Joe’s angry but he don’t look it. Laura didn’t buy her house. And here Loser Larry barks real loud But at home El El is a mouse. Neurosis is normal. Credit is king. You are not as real as Your real damn things. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Don’t look at me without paint. Painted peepers all around ‘cept for The little you what ain’t. Covered up more’n ain’t. So sad the whole thing cain’t Be seen. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Shit storms don’t end they Just let up for a bit. And if you are the talented type You can sneak between the shit Droplets squiggling down life’s pane To pool in hot hissy fits again. Watch that puddle. Watch your mouth. Stem bad words as They come out. No umbrella. No rain hat. Just […]
A whistle came out That was never really in and the whistle seemed bent on The base of his chin. But, try as they might they couldn’t begin To find it. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Ah today comes. This day when shit hits The me fan me fan. Where dreams burst and A brilliant future gets Washed away in the Shit storm shit storm. Thankyou, friend. Barry out.
Every thirty seconds! A gun in someone’s mouth. A noose turn-ing lights out. A spike shaken without. A pill to stop the shout’n. A city doing itself each year! People sure want out’n… Thank you, friend. Barry out. 800,000 humans take their own lives EVERY YEAR! ORRIBLE
When I’m me I sometimes feel stupid. Not for me but another me. The me that gets drunk and spills our beans. Same as every Israeli. (without the booze) Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Fuck scrapes hurt. Better a clean cut or Shot through and through. Cause scrapes tend to remind, You’ve got bark missing, you. But… a few wee rubs won’t do You no harm. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Maybe tomorrow no carnivore. Maybe later take a break. Maybe someone never notice the Promises they break. Or the toll that it takes. The shit cookies it bakes. The life at gets all faked. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
He couldn’t even say it. It would fill him too much up. There was nothing to run over. There weren’t no goddamn cup. He was a tube-a. Shit fell through him. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Oh indicator past. Could ya meet your match And twisty turning snatch A present from a blast Of future? Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Lawdy, lawdy hep us. Save us from a byss. An lawdy if you can get them to Don’t treat us like this. That’d be good. Just don’t treat us like this. No mo’. Lawdy, lawdy. Pliss … Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Shit in you’re eye. Shit make you cry. Maybe question why. Evolution sly. Hey who that guy? Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Once you loved me. Now you hate. Ain’t love just a Swinging gate? Sufferin’ state? You can’t wait To stab me. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Aha, they know. Because they go. Where and when you go. Doan fret doh buddy but Yes, they know… Thank you, friend. Barry out.
You move your lips. You offer tips. Off-handed quips. But I know this, Advice does piss You off. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
This road he hoed. Knowed where it goed. Like he’d been told A thousand times. Be a good boy, boy. Like chips ahoy! Be careful yoi, Fall doon. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
You’ve got your rules. I have mine and Where they twain Is mighty fine But fine ain’t fine Enough for time To bind these interactions. Thank you, friend. Barry out.
Oh don’t you say this is it! It’s not! Can’t be! Shan’t be! Say it ain’t ought! No ma’am! What now? Next…? Thank you, friend. Barry out. Higgs Boson and the fundamental nature of reality
Ninety-eight percent of Three-sixty-five leaves A whole damn week A year to shit down Someone’s neck and Walk around with a frown. For the other Three-fifty-eight Be great. And party hardy hearty! Thank you, friend. Barry out.
He gave two shits about ownership. Owner was a moniker people hung On things and stuff but this is a ladder With owners perched on every rung. The ladder leads somewhere. Propped against tomorrow. But the squatters think the climbing is all done. So they squat on their spot Even though it’s not Climbing. And […]
Every killing Killed something More than that thing killed. There was a larger life. A basic field. Where every seat was filled. The audience played. The players watched. To see if observing had Subliminally taught These jokers how To tell a joke. Thank you, friend. Barry out.