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Quality Control

Jesus searched for disciples in the Middle East

came up with Thomas Mark Mathew and John

quite a leap of faith from the dessert to London

with bridges burning and not a bush in sight

oh ye of little credence and where was the editor

but of course perspective loses out in translation


People want no nonsense deities beyond reproach

simplicity to understand even if the garden path

leads them to a snake devouring an apple instead

of The Little Prince’s hat when the boa constrictor

swallowed a huge elephant in the allotment shed

God is dead, remains dead and we have killed him

patricide as Freud suggested and bonking the mother


Sex and aggression played out in crusades and battles

a dominatrix in leather and steel armoured weapons

whipping natives into submission and tough shackles

prison guards salivating while browsing through ****


Some try a kind Universe despite its black holes

pray to the Sun Moon and Stellar Convictions

relieve witches from drowning when stakes burn

in unequivocal desire for Peace and loving kindness

something to hold on to when searching for a Self

book a pilgrimage to Stonehenge somewhat unhinged

but better the devil we do not know than Satan


Am I an atheist when I bet on Science and Philosophy

switch the light on in Plato’s Cave and stoke the fire

of good reason sound premises and valid conclusions

seek tolerance moderation and harmony with emotion

balance the books with cognition and feeling and do not

bow to false dogmatic idols and punitive divinities


When Jung meets world conscience and evolution

Darwin reads from the pulpit and turns temple tables

Kant relishes the contest with existence before essence

and the poet Camus is no stranger to a meaningless life

on Kerouac’s road diverted by Frost in the forest

of dreams in which Tarot Cards wield archetypes

which of course were prohibited from the saving Arc


While Nirvana and Apocalypse Now fight it out

in times of delusion victor’s justice and fallacies

I remember that the Promised Land is at War with

equality social justice and fair allocations between

haves and have nots and there is no win-win situation


Of course my life seems much more complicated

as a doubter who cannot hide behind Churches 

or sanctified burial grounds of hopeful delusion

but the earth is not flat or I’d fall of the edge

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