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…

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…

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 Hymns of Elvis Angel

the experience, the voice of the third eye… peel away the fetter blow away the tether pump and turn forever in her eye I am born A mirage, a feint the curse of a blind saint patron of three generations Who’s freezing, cracking haunted the eye of birth and still breaking up and wanting this…

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…

The Hero Is A Cat Who Shows Herself From the Dark On Occasion

heroes are within. the admirable qualities of the other have always been there right along with the rotten ones. it is just the manager hired a flunky to hold the spotlight of your perception on one ingredient and you took it for the entire recipe.

From the Hymns of Elvis Angel

“…and in that day of stone it was given unto the ape like preachers with heads of skull and jawbones to deliver typeset in the form of a selfish and denunciatory linguistic expression, but by whom…the holder of the camera, spotlight and blinders…the linguistics only point to possible shadows.

From the Hymns of Elvis Angel

my eyes can’t see to know through blind dust tragedy so blessed on my way i go, I just dont seem so trusting a black hole charges the shadow with a freightline steaming hiss and the poles are wasted fallow lest they choose to mix walking through infinity spreading seeds, cursing deeds playing and parrying…