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- I grew up in Christian fundamentalism, went to hell, came back, became a Presbyterian then a Buddhist Presbyterian, and now I'm a profane Presbyterian Zen Taoist -- not that I'm into labels or anything. Here's what I've learned so far: The more you know, the more you know you don't know.
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Grizzled buck-toothed
Jack-o-lantern
Or cat-whiskers turned
Sideways in an e-mail
Or cynical curlicues
On a yellow button
Or even more frightening
A clown’s face
Permanently etched by
Some villain’s knife
So that whatever you may feel
You’ll always seem happy
Who other than an owl
Hollows wounds
Around an empty oval
Called identity
[Disposable Poem October 20, 2009]
Dr. Mike
Go & see? That's about all any of us can do.
BTW, what precisely IS a "disposable poem"?
A disposable poem is a poetic improvisation hurled into the void, wadded up and flung toward the nearest trash, meaningless as lie itself on an internet connection.
Rambling T, please meet my old friend, Dr. Mike.
Dr. Mike, please meet my new friend, Rambling Taoist.
Thank you both for all the comments -- and of course the poems, both disposable and not.
I vote not disposable.
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