Monday, December 14, 2009

many thanks for the new head--

it fits so well

I do not believe I will ever

miss the old one--

going forth passed what finish line

through what winner's circle to release--

the race at last run in patience--

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
the void beckons

without calling out

what you hear

is the blood rushing

through your ear

like an ocean roar

or a wind's passing

or pick whatever

tired metaphor

inadequately conveys

the speechless wonder

being alive conveys--

no--not our doings--

those stumblings toward some light

but the awareness itself

outlasting all experience

by ever being the ground

of experience--

undoubtedly we

will meet up again

or just as undoubtedly we won't--

I know as much and as little

as the rest of us

but what does that matter--

in this moment fleetingly

eternal or eternally fleeting?--

what does it matter?

now is all

and that's all for now--

for those who can hear

for those who can see

that's all for now

O ears!

O Eye!

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

you needn't have worried--

everything's turning out fine--

the bread ever sustains--

and blood the spirit's wine

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

I heard a voice say

in my inner ear--

at last

the answer--

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
the work winds down--


I'll believe it

when the work

is done

and the

winding down


plenty of time then

to wonder

then let go of wonder--


hard after


Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.








































































to express



Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
this has been done

and so has this

and this

and this

doesn't matter

what this

is it

just is

and is

just done

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

Friday, December 11, 2009

I carry a load of memory that is the content of my soul--

at least I know for sure who I am and accept the disgrace--

oh--there's the overweening self-effacement that signals deep

elf-centeredness again--my sin none other than trying to do

the master woodchipper's chipping for him

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
I know we will cross paths again

our business isn't done

everyone leaves a dangling end

to trip up on as if humiliation could

be felt by egotists

what fool would expect a fool land on his ass

and suddenly have a shining farhead (joke intended)

I can't even believe I'm dribbling out these lame

little bon mots not so bon and hardly mots

but good enough to say what a way

to sign off as I exit the gate through which I entered

and look one last earthly time at the black shape of a house

in a field blocking an increasingly smaller area

of deep blue twilight and bright blots of planet (Venus--

no--Jupiter) in the deep blue twilight I've been awaiting

my entire life--how I love twilight--how much more love the night--

the soothing stars dappling the Hanged Man as he leaves the Wraecca

on his road and follows St. Milito on another dance...

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
why does anyone think I'm depressed--

just because I long for fuller life outside this skin?

or does anyone think so because I don't believe

I and each of us carry that fullness in side of us?

I must've been drawn reversed--

I must dangle from the tree again--

I look down to look up

past crossed leg and bound foot to the empty sky

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
now that death comes so near

I love life the more?

oh...don't know about that--

maybe more the gift of age

to not have to chase after

what now is coming so near

(I won't confuse matters by saying

life continues after these bodies end--

I will not watch one disbelief fight another--

why? we'll all settle up somewhere together--

so why rush the perpetual reckoning?)

I'm fine with the moment I'm fine with right now

and who but a fool would give a shit anyhow?

it is only the Now that is ever near--

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

come here

come hear the moans

come near the bones and watch the wind crumble them

come jeer at the wind

come fear

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
oh well oh hell said I once before and probably will again

every time I trust a loved one
I'm popped in the ass beyond what I can endure

oh hell oh bloody well I think I'll say for sure

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
perfect scenario for damnation--

I have no brains
and God had no mercy

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

the time has arrive for transformation

I will change yet still be the same--

all will be different yet nothing will be new--

I will be happier than since the day my mate finally found me--

I give in and rejoin--what else?

it was always this and I was always that--

but nothing changed but our minds--

and nothing matters but our hearts

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
so this is how the years resolve themselves--

a lifetime of loss and waste--and then suddenly it doesn't matter anymore

and you're free to go but you linger a bit--release now truly coming soon enough--

whether it be 30 man-made seconds or 30 hard-scrabble years

Content 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
the Hanged Man has a surprise for you--

you doubting Thomases--I made it through--

thanks for nothing--I'll be there to see you get yours--

my trick is not to enjoy it too much--

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
I have no plan

why bother?

I can only get by

on what god allows

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
the petty and stupid reign ever on earth--

and all of us are subject to these tyrants--

that is the soul's struggle here in the earth--

to stay free--despite the consensus of our slack-jawed murderers

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

time called on account of fear--

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

Q: Huh?

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
going out the way I came in--only this time
they moved the hole--

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
I've said good bye so often

people leave out the breakfast cereal and fruit--

won't they be surprised when they find

I've finally conquered my god-damned appetite

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
my announced intention fluttered and fell

but I followed it down--I knew I'd be well--

in all ruins of what I imagined I'd be

all I needed had finally come to renew me--

be assured if you want something hard enough you won't get it

it's just your vanity asking--and you'll grow to regret it--

so don't waste your time in bother and blame--

all you want will come if on it you lay no claim

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

the waning moon

shines on the hanged man

he looks down at the sky--


it is not quite time to release himself from this detachment

to stand on the earth

as he looks as he looks down on it--his feet unaccustomed--

accepting the forward thrust of being--

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
deliver me from these harpies O Almighty--

and I will deliver you
from my tiresome lamentations

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
you give up in time to give in

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
the least will suffer

while the most will excuse themselves

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
God help us for once
save us from your true believers--

or are they truly your instruments of vengeance?

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
media the worst whores of all--

owned by the rich bastards
media's sole duty is to hold its tongue
about their bosses

while playing hatchetmen for them
with those hungry and empty enough

for their fifteen entitled minutes of self-humiliation--
masters and slaves every night with team coverage at 11--

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
people hate their leaders
as they love themselves--


Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
poor old soul leaving himself behind--

forever saying good bye to those

who said good bye to him long long ago

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
I and I whirl from the twirl

I and I sick mon

I and I puke from a revelation

I and I found in da cow cod soup

O Lion of Judea

maka waya

I and I do as do con

but I and I so sick from it mon

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
I am the Hanged Man

neither straight nor reversed

but spinning with my tree

as an abyss swallows it up

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
praise the foot in the mouth that prevents you from putting
one or two more in there--

praise the misunderstanding that diverts you from a
ill-fated commitment--

praise the loss of what you thought you couldn't live without
for the peace you find afterward--

praise the praise and praise the scorn--without these
your world would have no limits

and would only trick you beyond yours--

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

Friday, December 4, 2009

I wake in the morning
rising from my bed cursing the Lord--

such is how the fool in me expresses
himself--while I get up and out

to do his dirty work--and all his mendacity
goes on my tab--

God's Bar And Grill--
Serving day and nightly--wake to my breakfast bereavement--


for those tired of runny assed poetry (wee wee wee)
I have a solution...



Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

received wisdom is deceived wisdom

don't leave home without your soul

or you'll live and die by jelly roll

your diet relieved jizzum--

(oh mr. honey what do I do now with all these end rhymes?

these hums and comes and bums and chums and rums and ta-dums?

these boles and nulls and goals and trolls and shoals andholes and wholes?

not to mention...well...not to mention...

so mr. honey are you conceived? bereaved? retrieved? believed?

leave home with your soul and the rest to the --ah cheating here--cold...


HA! new content? new execution?
well, maybe--perhaps--I guess--we'll

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.