michiganlegend – Near Zero Blog

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,

Now I can see my portrait in a corner, in the dust and mother’s voice from her fortress is withering

the experience, the voice of the third eye… peel away the fetter blow away the tether pump and turn forever

Romy, hiding in the willow branches one moment, lying on his bed and looking up at Mary the next. He

i’ve found you, silhouette, bent, shrunken shriveled but still, you never weave or bleed or feel regret never seem to

“im warning you superego says the little guy, ima gonna sockya in the eye! and superego is like, pfff go

heroes are within. the admirable qualities of the other have always been there right along with the rotten ones. it

sinew and steel, this corpse that rules the pieces in my eye, measuring peace, measuring its store, measuring the fate

“…and in that day of stone it was given unto the ape like preachers with heads of skull and jawbones

and then she stunfukt him once more onna time she said “jes cuz i’m gettin’ married duzzint mean we cant