Tag: poems

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)

To Spread The Truth Like a Disease

When I was hungry, you fed me by sending me to the grocery store I tried to use my dollars earned to stock up on some wholesome scores when they met me and told me I could not pass into the promised land without denying my face to my self without first putting on a … Continue reading To Spread The Truth Like a Disease

A Prayer to the Devil, And Sympathy

My advice to anyone newly born to this planet Try your best to keep the shit out of your eyes If you want to be Lord don't compromise (The Flies) They panic when you relativize In the attic, where children play dungeons and dragons they see satan in the maneuvers to outwit authority's bland magic … Continue reading A Prayer to the Devil, And Sympathy