Chandala

Chandala by RJHoffman The stories and poems I have been publishing lately are part of a project titled “Chandala.” These stories of varying word length, and poems from the mouths of mendicants, are meant to present the symbology of the underclasses of humanity and their perspectives and influences. Existentialism lends itself to the narratives to…

Mickey Mouse at the Courthouse

A Passerby at the Courthouse by RJHoffman The distraught boy sits on his mother’s lap wailing. His little frame shaking, his shoulders and head stooped forward in resignation. His voice quivers on the air like a plaintive bird. “I don’t wanna go. Oh ho ho ho. I don’t want to go.” His mother tries to…

The End Means the End

Head turned to what I hear got a heart full of iron hard as diamonds hiding in the leaves of some great intrusion some great suffering. Life fire I have drowned out life fire I have lain down strike fire with days gone blow fire, your pyre I have pissed on your desire I have…

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…

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…

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…

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…

From the Hymns of Elvis Angel

Life flows past through steep pits and hollow groves wind blows past in weak fits and power blows one step climbs the ladder, one step toward the door sweet blessed time You brought me to my knees hide and seek in shadows. rocks at swallows in the trees from Lock up the Farm [scanned from…