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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Merry Christmas From Easy Company, The Boys Of Bastogne
Last night, just Mom and Dad and I had a Christmas get together at Mom's apartment (she moved out recently, some kind of 'trial separation' but nobody is talking about what things 'are'). Dad asked in the car on the way there, 'what are we going to talk about?" We ended up talking about their … Continue reading Merry Christmas From Easy Company, The Boys Of Bastogne
‘Screen’ – a Haiku
information is not truth, just so - connection is not a safe route
What Were We Talking About, Even
Father, How did we come to the Hoover Dam Talking about politics and the ineffectiveness of ineffective leadership again I think I said they want to blow it up We were in discussion over why some find motive only in opposing, Where one cannot move to make one’s community any better Without pointing to the … Continue reading What Were We Talking About, Even
This Song.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YdiD1w9CcIk forgetters - I'm Not Immune If you could seeFor once one inch beyondThe nose that cuts the airBefore your faceYou would not singMy dear with such high zestAbout the wonders of this modern worldIs there some place we could goAnd use each other for awhileI've got so much to discloseI've got five bucks wait, … Continue reading This Song.
Who Shall Win This Battle of Duals? Exhaust the Vehicle… Or First the Fuel?
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
Like A Kid Who Found His Dad’s Gun
Science is transgressive And Nature, Inhumane God is not your Score Card Roots deep, Long Division, Undeath'd Remains
In the Arms of An Emotional Support Martial Force Array – a Poem – by Cypress Butane
A clip, short, with strident blip of crying woman, usually unkempt In an apartment collapsed and spent Watch closely captioned what happens Next Her animal, more than a pet knows she Is in a panic and so attacks - with passionate Affection, attention and unrelent You get the picture, She cries and yet The idea … Continue reading In the Arms of An Emotional Support Martial Force Array – a Poem – by Cypress Butane
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 Haunted Typewriter 