POEMS TO RIM ANDREW TATE TO – ‘God Loves a Criminal’ – by Cypress Butane

God Loves a Criminal – By Cypress Butane

If the bouncer
At the ai strip club
Who threats to sure
I touch not what I came to desire and soon meet
Is my reverence for the glowing
Of the atm machine
And I become the saint who puts their ass
Where there mouth is and agree
With the pilgrim who says
Rape is a constraint that keeps me, the rapist on their knees
Then soon I wake and find
the Love
that keeps me going
Is the reverence for a death camp arrangement
And what respect earns the slave
Is the desire’s death of all
That is not simply logic, money, hate and
The fence placed to keep safe
To make need barest need