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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HERE'S AN OLD ONE [if you're reading any of this]:
Family Portrait
Prunes among the purple breasts,
Tastier than poisoned figs,
Mean that Augustus Caesar rests,
Intestines finally like his pigs.
His brooding wife still lurks nearby
Tiberius, her favorite son,
And ladles from her own supply
Some arsenic for everyone.
Such happy homilies repose
Power beneath a bridal bower,
Until picked off by a deadly rose
So Little Boots can come to power.
[Disposable Poem April 22, 2010]
Dr. Mike
Dr. M:
I'm reading. Every one of them. I really enjoy what you write on here, and I hope you never stop.
Thanks,
H. K.
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