The field Where We Lived Again

I see the field, feel it beneath my shoes as I run behind you, the scent of your hair in my nose, along with the wet grass. It is early in the day. You are younger, but I sense you were once older, perhaps someone I knew once before, someone I looked up to, someone…

Rodent Killer For President: 2016

With a hot dog walk and a bicycle horn nose that kinda just squeaks, but still it blows, not content with the ham on his sandwich he cinches up his bows. He’s got slingshots and knives, rifles and mines, and if it breathes he steals their spirit by harvesting their bones. In a soul’s last leap…

Sister’s Little Helper

  Johnny Cash stepped to the front of the stage and looked out into the smoke and haze, wiped a tear from his eye and said, “this first song goes out to a man in the back. Folks don’t know his name, but they told me last night that his Mother died. They say he’s…

Sanctuary

I’ve been wasting time waiting on better days. Thought I’d take the time to paint the clouds before they’d blown away. But when I looked outside today I couldn’t place my heart where I stood. That’s when I found out I’d been wasting time and time was running out. Sanctuary, been wasting time on thoughts…

Nettles and Dust

Nettles and Dust bless my lips and lift my soul away this one’s done, this one’s done kiss my breast, let your lips awaken this one’s done, this one’s done We swallow mountains in the blink of an eye and rivers drown us in the moons of time harvested seasons gathering must my heart blows…

Lock Up the Farm II

Lock up the Farm (redone) Money for charms, money for lust, money for hope, love aint enough, you took your blessing and threw it out the door. One takes a hand and returns it with nothing, power is taking from those who were something, Took it for freedom, an illusion bought and dropped to the…

The Archangel of Dust

Roaming Snyder 5 hours ago · Edited “steal away far from home lose yesterday,” moments shrieked inside my head with a pointless burgeoned stare. “Fade away, break until you become…” ‘Hope is all I’ve become to break hearts and spit on the little Sell them choices, play their dreams Even though I can tell you it’s pointless…

The Black Scarecrow

scratch lyrics from Barnabas Collins there is no question about my way and the man i’ve become but you took my arrows and stoned my weakness Now I hold the door, let you in my hollow can’t you see, my wicked means my empty sound my hollow beat my frozen needs but the time will…

Scratch Lyrics from Elvis Angel, the Wandering Minstrel

Scratch lyrics from Roaming Snyder (by Elvis Angel) open road, my cart, steeds in front of me. i lift my hand but no one sees, the dark is filled with smoke and hollowed trees hologram breathes fire, looks like god but we know he’s mean, like no one we’ve ever seen. light my pyre, with…

From the Ballad of Romy Snyder

Written in Romy’s 50th year.   “Memories bleed through the day that i see as I turn in shallows wandering, and the steps are getting sleepier through the haunting, as i wake and fade and i look to blood for affection.”