The primary impediment
To my spiritual development
Is shit.
(I mean the matter, not the expletive)
I meditate,
And my visions of bliss
Are startled away
By the disgusting fact
Of faeces.
I want no part of an eternity
that admits so freely
of the ugly, stinking stuff.
I simply do not wish
to merge my All
in a cosmic consciousness of which
unflushed turds
form an ineludible part.
first appeared in Brown Critique magazine Aug 1998
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