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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Easter 2013
A gruel of dank bark
From a sycamore, staunch teak
With ivory taste.
Sweats, exhausted, each
Bead freezing in the cold wind;
Cordwood calls for fire.
To name the real thing
Rearranges the chips, spine
Splintered, high tension
Wires screeching out
And pointing, with fingers cracked
Askew, toward the stars.
From this mud brew, stirs
Another staring over,
Startled, without a
Memory of what
Came before. There: at the base,
Duplicate copies.
[Disposable Haiku, 2013]
Dr. Mike
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