Stone Soup Servings Presents: Bill Perrault

Stone Soup Servings is a regular series for Oddball Magazine that features upcoming performers at Stone Soup Poetry, the long-running spoken word venue in the Boston area that has recently partnered with Oddball Magazine. Stone Soup Poetry meets from 8-10 p.m. every Monday at the Out of The Blue Art Gallery at 106 Prospect Street with an open mike sign-up at 7:30 p.m.

This Monday, we celebrate the birthday of Stone Soup videographer Bill Perrault, who will feature alongside friend John Sturm, the man proclaimed the “Orator Extraordinor” (sic) at Stone Soup. John recites the works of people such as Edgar Allen Poe and Shakespeare, so we can’t print a poem of his own, so we will link a shaky video of him reciting “The Cremation of Sam McGee” before directing you to an original poem by Bill Perrault below.

 

There comes a time
Where all desires are mute or moot
They have to be abandoned
No more rules to follow
No more goals to achieve
No more bringing in the chives
No more important moment
To remember
No more achievements to complete
By the end of the week
No more fulfillment to be happy
Life is done, finished
Like little tiny pieces of life’s garnishes
Just to live happily for the success of others
Just to remember that God is everywhere
He loves to stare at us humans
He takes care of things
I don’t have to
There is no more time
There comes a time
When thinking is painful
Where the should haves
And the haves not
Have to be abandoned
Remember there is only a little time left
Not right, not left
That’s where the cliff is
Waiting for you
If I can empty my mind of all thoughts
I can be at peace
Remember Pee Wee Reese
The little butter cup
We wait for the next moment to arrive
We don’t strive or connive
No more ecstasies
I can starve myself all I want
It’s the proper thing to do
So that I can be free of me
In the wee wee of the morning
I can say, I was the problem of all my misery
I don’t have to be anymore
The last few moments of life have to be
Savored, sipped, and enjoyed
Like Chinese Tea
Strong, strong taste
No waste
So that you can pass away quietly
A peaceful death
Without pain
No fear
Never to be insane again
What an achievement
There is a time to let go
And let the soul live

 

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