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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Beware of the Blob
It pools and drools
Beneath your feet
Too cool to greet you
On the way out
Of existential doubt.
Its choice is moist,
Needling and wheedling
At the eyes, disguised
To make you sorry
For its hoary demise.
Spineless as brines,
It whines to be petted,
Fetid as a swine
Whose spine fretted
And regretted design.
Control cannot console
This droll spool of coal
That ignites depression,
Calls into question,
And spites the soul.
[Disposable Poem March 22, 2010]
Dr. Mike
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