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…

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…

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…

The Children of the Plains

Mind in the energy jumping from molecule to molecule, spiraling around the stalks of bones and reaching toward the sky. There is an operating apparatus in my skull, and I awaken in a factory after i have been harvested and given physical therapy to develop my anatomical structure so that it will be ready for…

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.”

From the Ballads Of Romy Snyder

Now I can see my portrait in a corner, in the dust and mother’s voice from her fortress is withering with rust time can’t steal her features as we rolled our car down the hill arms pressed forward and her head snaps back froze in a pose that could never look back tazed and tethered,…

Security Control Study in Primitive Holographic Existence

Romy, hiding in the willow branches one moment, lying on his bed and looking up at Mary the next. He pulled his head up toward his guardian’s face and stopped. He pulled his head up. He did. HE. Who was he? WHO pulled his head up?Was HE energy? Where did the energy come from? From…

Scratch Notes From the Hymns of Elvis Angel

i’ve found you, silhouette, bent, shrunken shriveled but still, you never weave or bleed or feel regret never seem to bend or wiggle Out in the air together in the breeze sad songs just lap and tickle smudges and blurs bleed and twinkle i’ll give, you burn a little a little feed to feel a…