Prayer for the Highland Prodigal Wolf

If you look through these pages torn withered leaves, whispered meanings dissolving on bloodsoaked screaming terror filled streets viewed from the roof top of your disconnect your high definite touchless screens you will not find me among the lost, among the angry i am gone with the things i let go from the weapons i … Continue reading Prayer for the Highland Prodigal Wolf

The Bullet Is Still Inside (YOU DO IT TO YOURSELF) – …This is Where the Lattice Comes In…

Because I want everyone to witness my youth. Why?Isn’t it gorgeous? Who’s gorgeous? Not like that. No, I just mean, that it’s in bloom. That’s what you’re all about, right? The showing of raw fruit, correct? Whether that’s in videos or on spring break, whatever, the amplifying of youth, the editing and volume magnifying what … Continue reading The Bullet Is Still Inside (YOU DO IT TO YOURSELF) – …This is Where the Lattice Comes In…

In the Arms of An Emotional Support Martial Force Array – a Poem – by Cypress Butane

A clip, short, with strident blip of crying woman, usually unkempt In an apartment collapsed and spent Watch closely captioned what happens Next Her animal, more than a pet knows she Is in a panic and so attacks - with passionate Affection, attention and unrelent You get the picture, She cries and yet The idea … Continue reading In the Arms of An Emotional Support Martial Force Array – a Poem – by Cypress Butane