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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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Who’s Counting the Count-Down?
If we do not come in twos, try threes.
Four’s a crowd, and five’s a severed hand
From a pirate ship crawling the back seat
Of some perv’s Chrystler with fins,
Cruising cougars in TV land.
I prefer that eight on the horizon,
Lying like a Bracque, her face
The color of spinach, a tortoise shell
For her belly, borderline barbed-wire
Circling them for all eternity.
Any variation you can think of
Strings out, a painted coconut
From the war in the Pacific,
A parrot among apricots
On a marine’s briefs, Hawaii
Luau before the attack.
All younger versions of ourselves,
Parallel to one another in parallel
Worlds, try every option every time,
Only to crack up on Krakatoa
Waiting for Godzilla to melt down.
[Disposable Poem June 2, 2011]
Dr. Mike
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