I continue to do the dishes and make improvements in surroundings Hope thrives in the subconscious as the circulatory system drowns The brain loses oxygen on lack of thoughful commendation The rec room has a toilet sitting upside down waiting to be installed And I can barely stand Still, there's merit in knowing I'm not … Continue reading The Rule of Accomodation in Furniture Arrangement Saying This is The Cat’s Home as Well As My Own Is Under Consideration For Extension to The Cochroaches In the Kitchen
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POEMS TO RIM ANDREW TATE TO – ‘Adoration of the Madonna, Tits As Sweet As Lena Paul’s’ by Cypress Butane
Adoration of the Madonna, Tits as Sweet as Lena Paul'sby Cypress Butane there's a reason the most christlikeof the claimers of the thronehand out soup and hold hands diseased and dyingknowing what kurt cobain fully knowsthat the most influencer move to get your followers to grind that daily bread is to let the bad folks … Continue reading POEMS TO RIM ANDREW TATE TO – ‘Adoration of the Madonna, Tits As Sweet As Lena Paul’s’ by Cypress Butane
POEMS TO RIM ANDREW TATE TO – ‘The Virtue of Betrayal’ – by Cypress Butane
Dedicated to Poe and Other Dogs Worth Shooting in Self Defense and Love
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’
POEMS TO RIM ANDREW TATE TO – By Cypress Butane – ‘Punk Rock Waitress’
There’s a punk rock waitress And she’s singing in a band And she leans over the mic Is it cause all day she has to stand Or is she reaching out for something That nobody understands So she has to duck down low To try to touch it with her hands
POEMS TO RIM ANDREW TATE TO – By Cypress Butane – ‘Night Comes to River City’
It’s out there, you said,
POEMS TO RIM ANDREW TATE TO – By Cypress Butane – ‘Don’t Take Your Dreams To School, Boy. Leave Your Dreams at Home’
who will just disappear having ‘done nothing’, weird
“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
The Haunted Typewriter 