Yes, shit can change. And you can change shit. You avoid a hit then Crack a big hit. Throw a big fit. Work a big snit. Wallow in it. Maybe you slit Your own wrist first. Maybe quench that thirst. For safety hearse. Maybe do a meeting Where you’ll be greeting The lost and the […]

Ya born all together and All that shit. I don’t make that much Of it but, mom… Jesus, mom, she says you call You brudder. He could call me. But he don’t cause mom’s the Glue for our family. Once she’s gone, so is he.  

He was covered in shit. More than once. Fought like a loser. Smart like a dunce. Fucked things up all over the place. Didn’t hafta try hard to disgrace Himself, his family or The family name. Just follered his papa an Did the same. Shit was the oil that slipped his game. Livin’ in it. […]

T’was the night before Christmas. If you are Christy Anne. If you aren’t, then you’re pissed. That the stores ain’t op-en. But theny-then. You remember that your shit Could be mistaken. Maybe Christmas and calendars And high priced scarce data Aren’t as real as portrayed With a value near nada. Still, they fool us and […]

Growling was the language she spoke and Howling was how she repeated. When she imparted your speaker didn’t speak. When her hand’s up you stay seated. You’ll get your turn to have your turn. But it’s not now so maybe learn that and Senior, please stay seated! Elsewise you’ll be greeted, With two evil eyes […]

You be watching the janitor. The hat check girl. The ork-est-tree. You are missing the moo, ooh, vee. The di-reck-tor. The set director. The story line if You have time and Not many audience do. The Nine Three Society and What It Means to You – Investigating with Quinn Michaels  

The mosquito don’t care about your blood supply. The mosquito, he just wants blood. Cows don’t fret the yellowing grass. Cows just chew their cud. Dogs ain’t runnin’ short of arses to sniff. Dogs know everybody got one. We must relearn that life has no edge. And saving isn’t how it’s done.       […]

Bite your tongue and Keep your pie hole shut. You ain’t changin’ shit What, what, what… what? You are a babysitter. Babysitting babies. Babies gonna shit their pants No if, ands, or maybe’s. Open up their diapers and Lookit all their poop. Do the same tomorrow and Mayhaps you’ll get the scoop That babies, they […]

It’s micro macro right across. If you particle wave then The old coin toss isn’t Chance, it’s choice. And they add up.

Just me hanging out With myself. Just the two of us, maybe three. Maybe one me watches the Other me’s acting. And that me really is me. But if it is, who is this me now Describing my other me’s? And could that me be the real, real me?  

Holy Fuck! I’m scared! I’m scarred. Scarred by all at scaring. Too fast! Too slow! Don’t pick – they’ll know! You’ll move to the big brick house You Ho! You drink way too damn much! You know?! And dammit! Do you Not see the flow?! There you go Then!      

I fucking hate that you’re so stupid. Fucking Cupid. Look what you did. You said love is blind. So unkind. You will find Your heart beating on your chest. Cause it’s been ripped out No doubt This gonna hurt in the morning. If you wake up. Buck up. Scars now be your warning. Barry

You know what dogs do to big wheels? he asked. I didn’t, I must confess. Dogs wash ’em with piss, and not just once. He said like piss was blessed. It is! He heard me! What the hell…? Bastard can read my thoughts?! Then my mind flashed back To all those times in Piss I […]

You don’t need to sleep tonight. Plans were changed to outa sight. Yesterday’s wrongs now maybe right. Tell me, can you turn onna dime? Barry

They needed daze off. Couldn’t stay on. Feet might move but the Back was gone. Curiosity? They had none. Needed a break. Say they’re done. But they ain’t done. Onna run. No fun. Grrr some. Undone. God, you gotta fend for yourself! Barry

  Life has a boot. A great, big boot. And life will walk right on ya. Now, if you scoot and Give a hoot then The boot might loop on by ya. But it’s still there. Don’t you fear. If your soul separates Boot’ll find ya. Barry  

You say you’re the boss, but you’re not. You say you gave up but were caught. You say you’re relaxed but are fraught with Lies man. Lies man. Who ya lyan to man? Why your lies are true man. Through man. Think your lying through man. Barry  

There’s a track in the dirt And it’s not from you. It’s a paw print and Your paws have shoes. Heading this way. That way, too. What’s this paw print Trying to do? Barry