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

Then soon I wake and find the Love that keeps me going

POEMS TO RIM ANDREW TATE TO – By Cypress Butane – ‘Hey Will Sayer!’

Kiss Your Parents Good Night And Light Another Flag On Fire

POEMS TO RIM ANDREW TATE TO – By Cypress Butane – ‘Squeaky Fromage Dick Cleanse’

Squeaky Fromage Dick Cleanse By Cypress Butane sanitizing is the verbfor making something saneyou told yourselfto just stop talkingyeah, cause, every thing you sayis hatingand the reason for economythat is, the thingis inhibitions\dispensationsdisillusion is a -wayof say, to hate your revelationsand clarity of consciousblown out of waysdays at the racesyou only wish a follow upmeant … Continue reading POEMS TO RIM ANDREW TATE TO – By Cypress Butane – ‘Squeaky Fromage Dick Cleanse’

Contemplating Religious Orthodoxy As Found Guidebooks Written by Mental Illness Saints In The Course of Reality Breaks – A Poem

by Cypress Butane It is all a mirror if one stares with the eyes Is it a sin to cut my hair I could get a tattoo but damn What does it mean - if I write upon my flesh the word 'Impermanence' - For this world, this time Permanent, La La Lee, I spin … Continue reading Contemplating Religious Orthodoxy As Found Guidebooks Written by Mental Illness Saints In The Course of Reality Breaks – A Poem

In a Cold Sweat Feeling the Worst I Prolly Ever Felt, I Got Out of the House and Ordered my Favorite Thing At the Chinese Place Near My Old House

And the lady at the counter with whom I have this fun repore says "You look good" so, you know... score! If I wake up in the dumbster and sleep more erratically, Spend more time begging for fresh air and downpour The doctor asks and I say 'Like I said I don't think it's some … Continue reading In a Cold Sweat Feeling the Worst I Prolly Ever Felt, I Got Out of the House and Ordered my Favorite Thing At the Chinese Place Near My Old House

Come On, Let’s Make a Scene

I remember a time When all we cared about was each other And if we had that knowledge that the world was out to destroy us It was so direct, in at the spear tip of our natural desire to conquer it And now, and now, And now Lightning cracks Out of Sync with Thunder … Continue reading Come On, Let’s Make a Scene

What Hath God Wrought! – A Haiku

On May 24, 1844, Morse sent Vail the historic first message: “What hath God wrought!” The telegraph system subsequently spread across America and the world, aided by further innovations. What Hath God Wrought A Haiku, by Cypress Butane Some descriptions make Cover for forgetting sensual wakes, while some silences