“When I Hear The Liberal Media Tell Me The Sequoias May Burn” – A Poem

The fires rise, once in a thousand years every summer now once in a millennia the end of days over the A.M. band tells me in my basement rocking recliner that the dust and smell and stain someday will rise to heaven and there is no need to fear - but every fear and I … Continue reading “When I Hear The Liberal Media Tell Me The Sequoias May Burn” – A Poem

Ever Since They Outlawed Sin

The witches used to bother me Temptation was a scourge Now weekly they have trials And my neighbors go t' purge If you feel a bit funny They dunk her nice and deep If she drowns she's saved, forgive us If she comes back up, she' weak So we burn those who dare cross us … Continue reading Ever Since They Outlawed Sin

Here’s Lookin’ At Me – A Poem By Cypress Butane

Women are vacuums. They thrive on pain. Ilsa Lund was a liar for love. She had it all. She started the war. She was always wet in the eyes. It's all "We'll always have Paris", but I never got to make a spare key. At my place everyone knows my name. But they don't know … Continue reading Here’s Lookin’ At Me – A Poem By Cypress Butane

I May Be A Liar, But I Ain’t No Snitch… – News From the Front of My War With Kim Kardashian’s Ass and The Broken Internet I Have To Return to Marcellus Wallace Before I Quit This Bad Business

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=alQ8ZyJXTI0 Never Listened to Kanye, But I Remember the Review She Once Wrote 'Half way through I was like, Ok bro, I get it - your dick's down my throat' What I love most about mental illness presenting in the popular cult? The boys are back in town, and I don't feel so alone - … Continue reading I May Be A Liar, But I Ain’t No Snitch… – News From the Front of My War With Kim Kardashian’s Ass and The Broken Internet I Have To Return to Marcellus Wallace Before I Quit This Bad Business

Full Disclosure

When you drug me enough, I am fully compliant At your loving suggestion, I will cut the skin off my own face with a shard of glass from the chandelier When I wake in the morning - If I still maintain my arrivals So near the end of the world - but all in the … Continue reading Full Disclosure

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

Dirty Dream For The Lust Mechanics

The shower delivers Hot water cascades like chance encounters, running rivulets of conversation With stranger at a laundry mat where we chat and borrow quarters And you play pinball while I wonder when the spin dries up Am I the gutter, nowhere? Or do I yet yearn for broken teeth. Don’t take shit for granted … Continue reading Dirty Dream For The Lust Mechanics

Pick A Card To Play, Any Card (Paid For By the Committee to Unthinkingly Endorse the Unthinkable)

He liked to tell stories Or rather make things up About the people he dislikes He likes to call things out He was always pointing fingers He was catching all our eyes The monkey man who slung shit like no other He was our guy We love him because he gets it happening So much … Continue reading Pick A Card To Play, Any Card (Paid For By the Committee to Unthinkingly Endorse the Unthinkable)