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
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A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch
The girl in the back room of the club is a scientist "Nature abhors a vacuum" she says with slickness Her collagen injected earthworm lips please the God Emperor King they call it transcendence Blake called it the rose's sickness the cut worm forgives the plow the uncut worm contains more juice and flavor, and … Continue reading A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch
The Geometrical Concerns of An Inconstant Heart
I wander around this compartment - this house that wishes it were home And the lines are weary and trace displacement, the cartographer is not master of his art Either, or, the building is bereavement, a place they put him, and depart, He takes his compass, it weighs heavy, the moral, protracted, angles too... uh.. … Continue reading The Geometrical Concerns of An Inconstant Heart
Is The Music Always This Good At The End Of The World? – A POEM FOR THE BIRDS, A POEM FOR HUNTING DINOSAURS
April 29th 1999, I am handed a grubby xeroxed flyer that tells me I am being fed lies. The media tells you what your puppet masters want you to hear. It is the MACHINE. The military industrial complex. Work, Consume, Die. What is a wildin' child to do!? BECOME TO MEDIA, and well now! Isn't … Continue reading Is The Music Always This Good At The End Of The World? – A POEM FOR THE BIRDS, A POEM FOR HUNTING DINOSAURS
I Confess To Aloof Ness: A Poem
I once knew a stranger This girl on my street I'd walk out of my place and smile when we'd meet she talked and her voice well, it sounded different and sweet and we'd walk and I'd stare down wanting to follow our feet she would tell me things, secret but just anything new it … Continue reading I Confess To Aloof Ness: A Poem
The Only Girl I’ve Ever Loved Was An UnderCover Cop Who Turned Us Over When We Got Too Close To The Stronghold Of This Network
I am Amused by the simplicity of this game If I like a song I click the heart And the machine keeps the track It can remember How it felt To listen up To give attention back If I hunker down The splash screen says, when I boot up the device It’s been hot out … Continue reading The Only Girl I’ve Ever Loved Was An UnderCover Cop Who Turned Us Over When We Got Too Close To The Stronghold Of This Network
Word Around the Campfire
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=24vkxRzclps Some lech touched boss man's wife's feet So he threw him out a window Me and the boys, get together in the down time from enforcement and beating down the lesser characters and deign to draw up a full list Things wherein which a man shall have no sense of humor bout it and … Continue reading Word Around the Campfire
Have I Told You! I Was Blessed to See, Graced By The Presence of the Big Juicy Mellifluous ‘D’
It was kind of an open, laid back, slam thing And this dude bro aflame with the spirit takes stage Proclaims in the voice of the prophet: "I'm not so much a poet, but a bringer of shame You can call me Big Juicy Mellifluous 'D' I am here to return the favor I'm here … Continue reading Have I Told You! I Was Blessed to See, Graced By The Presence of the Big Juicy Mellifluous ‘D’
New Years Resolution To Finish Work On My Time Machine Invention Met With Materializations in Thin Air of Encouraging Notes From My Future Self
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4a5yDhiPHUs the years can cut / veins in vain / from these hands / callouses come / and cut cans / here lies our best laid plans / for one nine nine fivewhen we were ten past nine / the best years of our lives/ were calendirt to our peers / an outlet for these … Continue reading New Years Resolution To Finish Work On My Time Machine Invention Met With Materializations in Thin Air of Encouraging Notes From My Future Self
Song Against the Furtherance of Truth – A poem by Cypress Butane
The doors are in splinters heavy hinges swing crying There are wolves in the library And they’re looking in hunger Moonburned eyes flash joyous and insane On a whisper of ‘precedence’ A little knowledge is a dangerous thing How delicious to righteously train My violent hopeless rage upon a gentle thing A baby gnaws lonely … Continue reading Song Against the Furtherance of Truth – A poem by Cypress Butane
The Haunted Typewriter 