Crossing The Line by Barry Williams

On Monday he worked highways. Tuesday… ? Entertainment. Wednesday, like every other damn day. Buddy worked in Containment. Arrangement. Buddy worked hard for infrastructure. Suit shilled for religion. Buddy, he works whatever damn plan. Thursday, it’s pill prevention. Friday, flying high for airports. Saturday, shushing kids at a busy daycare. Sunday saving souls for collection. […]

Got a loan called. The well went dry. Aphids beat me. My gov’t lied to me. Hada borry 70k to stop me throat from gurgling. All the while the future swirling. I got dizzy. And hacked. Almost stopped writing but I’m back. Got raped on the price of our pro-oh-duct. Got a little yeowchy ripping […]

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. […]

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.

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.

Your heart can be opened up you know. Without being opened up. Your eyes can be wide seeing nothing but scars. But not wide enough to see that thars Blinders that look nada like blinders. Grinders that surely don’t grind. And if that is you Jesus with your hand on my shoulder, Could ya take […]

Oh jesus please, no, not you! Don’t tell them that you did it. It couldn’t be you! Say it isn’t true! It couldn’t be you, Could it…? 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.

Fuck lickin stamps. Fuck lickin chops. Fuck lickin fingers whila doorman knocks. Fuck pillza takin’. Fuck pleasent makin’. Fuck laws and p-p-profit makin’. Thank you, friend. Barry out.  

Yahoo! doesn’t take long to say. But yahoo echoes nicely. And yahoo plays well once or twice, But three yahoos won’t suffice. They don’t last! Yahoos throw the dice Through the window. Yahoo’s not all ways nice. Thank you, friend. Barry out.  

Jesus fuck Ryan I told you. Did I say I love you? More than once or twice? Did I carve you off a wee chunk ‘r two? Did we not share the spice of nice? Ryan… You carryin’ the whole damn family brother! Love you Ryan! Thank you, friend. Barry out.  

Most folks know time is money. They understand that their time is worth little and other people’s time is worth a lot. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Most folks are more than just themself. They argue with themselves and change their mind and say shit the now them wishes the hell they hadn’t. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Most folks have a job. They think they have a job but the job has them, anytime it needs. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Dude hada get up. Didn’t wanna get up, but, DID get up. Nice’n easy. Hans rat dare. Wary could be seen. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Most folks are obligated. They don’t usually know they are obligated ’til they are. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

There was nothing he could say. Not that mattered anyway, They said he’d had his day. Time to put the toys away. But he wasn’t from their frey. Fuck with him and they’d pay. No game he wouldn’t play, To always get his way. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Most folks suffer. They pain themselves as little as possible and that lack of humping hurt leaves a whack on the shelf. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Fuck off! You ain’t free. To treat me the way that You’d like to treat me. I will see To it  You go down With the ship You have not yet boarded, but whose plank you now walk, you walk… Fuck off, pal. You best fuck off. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

A fella called Mart So loved it hurt So hurt he loved to double Folks over, hands cupped over roars Of laughter. What mean old Mart was after… Wrenching, gut wrenching laughter. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Your attention. Snot your attention. You were born to them. They let you come. Your attention belongs to them, not you. You hold it like a mortgage. You pay as little as possible. And only once a month. Like church or voting. You’ll get your time. Until then, the time is theirs. Thank you, friend. […]

Most folks change. They stop acting like the person they were and start acting like someone they were not. Thank you, friend. Barry out.