The Buddha Farts Tonight

Somewhere between Christ
and Muhammad, Buddha farts
tonight—how stained all
their fingers are, and greasy,
with saffron, long pork, and blood

About John MacKenzie

I'll mumble for ya. Poetry, plus most things quantifiable: science, neuroscience, memory, epistemology, baseball. And so on.
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2 Responses to The Buddha Farts Tonight

  1. tankawanka says:

    Just gotta say, I am loving your Buddha poems.

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