Crossing The Line by Barry Williams

We sprayed and sprayed and sprayed and sprayed. We prayed and prayed and prayed and prayed. But the goddamn insects would not stay Gone. We fought them tooth and nail. We struggled to no avail. Those bastards beat us. Big out creeped us. Tho we hammer them every day…

Pretend you’re not some loser. Maybe you’re no dumb fuck. How ’bout the world is not your oyster? What if it runs on luck? Say you ain’t some lucky bastard. You had to lie and cheat and steal. Then the god of luck means zip to you. And luck’s not really real. But what if […]

Bad shit tumbled outa his mouth. Words weighed nada as he flailed them about. No more whispers, now they had clout. Flung them so far on his powerful shout. Gonna git you this time. You are gonna be mine. We are gonna be fine. Once you’re with me. Then you will see. How staying free […]

The wool stayed firmly Over his eyes. The look was so cool It was not a disguise. See, covering up stopped All ifs, ands and whys. Ain’t no surprise. Communicating lies. Is the way shit now gets done.

Two big pieces of apple pie! What a guy! So, so fly! Says hello when he means good bye. Never says what he means. So many in-betweens. The space between lines is for reading. If you’re no reader, use feeling. Feel the words you may produce. Feel them up and then reduce Your you print. […]

The corners of his mouth hung high. Some would call it smiling. Course, they’d be defiling Jocularity. For it was plain to see. His knack for fakery. Extended to the faint of heart. Whom took no part in Discerning artwork. And he was a master painter…

Something about your pie hole. Continuously flapping. Cupping strange feet way in said hole. Can’t stop it from happening. Braggart for others. Makin’ their mothers So damn proud. Your mother’s head bowed. Hurting for her son. Whose come undone. Can’t even close his pie hole…

He thought it was the booze When the sun went down But the damn trouble started Once the booze was gone. Nothing now to blame it on. Slowly, it began to dawn It wasn’t the booze. T’was him…

Work so hard. Gotta pay that rent. Nevermind your insides Or how rent makes them bent. Wake up artificially. Alarm, alarm, alarm! Knocking back a hit or two. Can’t do nobody harm. You go with the swarm. In which you have been born. And you don’t touch the fence, y’hear?!

People are stupid. That’s what they think. Teatotalers pretending Like they never drink. They will raise a stink. If they’re on the brink. Of someone finding out What they really think. People are stupid. That median below. Where they gonna go? But up.

Put your best foot forward. School clothes on. Color that hair. No wood bare. Side with the Joneses. Get a horny car. Don’t forget your makeup. You know who you are. Not a shining star. You don’t go that far. Nothing is what it seems.

A ten o’clock meeting. And one fifteen. Stick a little lunch meet in between. You record the minutes. Be the president. Authorize a budget, get the money spent. Track your inventory. Pay outlandish rent. Wear a suit and tie. You’re the only guy Can make this time bomb tick. Shakin’ hands and winding watches. Make […]

He waved and smiled and said He didn’t do it. You ain’t pinnin’ this one on me. He said I have bent backwards. I’ve twisted and tumbled. I am locked, I can never be me! They said this is you, now. This now is you. A lifetime of acting is how you get through This […]

She took away her takeaway Everyway she could. Every day she would. From her filthy neighborhood. Drag dead carcasses where she went. Smelled like hell and ten times bent. All on red, roulette the rent. Fly in an ice cube. Pickle tasting jube jube. Headache in a noob tube. She was bad bizness. Clear a […]

They asked him this. And they asked him that. And then they’d mumble behind his back. He said this And we heard that. That advice is full of crap. Buddy needs a yapper clap. He don’t know just where it’s at. But he freakin’ well waits in line…

He saw it move. It was alive! He saw it thrash and swoop and dive. It squirmed and moaned. It hid and groaned. Survived disowning. Unwilling cloner. Shhh, he asked for now the task was To find the unseasoned stone.

What time is it Mister Wolf? There were no clocks. No hands to point. No days so one we could anoint. Rich is better. Poor be bad. And if you cannot sing, Be sad. Blame your dad. If he’s around. If not, blame the dad they found For you. Be true. Try to. See you […]