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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Housekeeping
“Nature knows no death,” Werner von Braun said,
“Only transformation.” What does that pixel
Of H2O know, I wonder, beaded up as sweat
On Mars? Can the pores adjust to toxins,
Or is consciousness and all its delights
Obsolete as owl entrails dangling from oak?
In a corner of my kitchen, a decomposed
Mouse fuses with the parquet floor,
Its skeletal remains inseparable from wax
Buildup beneath the stove. No eyes, no snout,
Just fur with poison in each fiber, the smell
Unforgettable and impossible to remove.
[Disposable Poem September 27, 2013]
Dr. Mike
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