It’s never enough Unless it’s over the top! Blood squids ink up storms. * Floating obelisks Flair their peacock feathers, glide Past with smooth polish. * Lips glossed, bodies waxed, All these needy insecure Just want to be loved. * Then I thank and I Thank and I thank until They unlock my chains.
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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The Hucksters
It’s never enough
Unless it’s over the top!
Blood squids ink up storms.
*
Floating obelisks
Flair their peacock feathers, glide
Past with smooth polish.
*
Lips glossed, bodies waxed,
All these needy insecure
Just want to be loved.
*
Then I thank and I
Thank and I thank until
They unlock my chains.
[Disposable Haiku February 24, 2013]
Dr. Mike
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