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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Dragon Metal
Bruisers rage
Lightning flares
From this cage
Of puppet stares
Incisors sharp
As switchblades ice
Narcs that harp
On midnight vice
Tattoo spears
Inside my veins
Ravage weirs
That spikes inflame
An armored tail
Can burrow south
And whiplash mail
From puppet mouth
[Disposable Poem April 25, 2011]
Dr. Mike
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