We come into the world not knowing we are separate from everything and everyone around us.
We grow into our separateness as if putting on new clothes. We discover we are not only separate but also one of a kind.
It can take a lifetime to discover that underneath our clothes, underneath our skin, underneath our uniqueness, underneath our separate being, there is no separateness.
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A Vagina shaped like a gutter drain?
Birthday Party
The bat girl in leotards passes
For a moll among Vampyrs
Whose bank heists crash
The Weimar Republic.
With tomahawks whirling overhead
A chorus of chicken hawks
Scalps any German bosses
Whose genitals are big cigars.
Speed flames the cops’ chase
Down alleyways that homeless
Rummage, where mobs gather --
Browshirts raising their tea bags.
Those who worship celluloid
Change gender and advertise
Liposuction on the runway
Beneath silver art deco starhats.
It’s harder to catch the attention
Of jaded decadents in the private clubs.
Women publicize their pap smears;
Genital disorders become beautiful.
It’s time the public closed their eyes.
It’s best not to see what’s going on.
The government is printing more money.
There is a solution for everything now.
[Disposable Poem April 16, 2010]
Dr. Mike
Hmm. Great minds must think alike. I wrote a post yesterday (I think) that talks about this same general topic. ;-)
RT: Just read your post, and yes, I agree. We do seem to be exploring similar ground. Thanks for checking in.
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