Thursday, May 27, 2010

....never realized the end of the age

was going to be so zany--

pointless lives magnified and celebrated--

deaths from self-destruction or gangsters you've crossed--

flood earthquakes volcanoes

the whole list of apocalyptic stand-bys

to be clamored upon by lunatics

or ignored by right-thinking people who believe

nothing but the safety of their own bubble--

I will now take a bow and say I saw it coming

a generation ago--only to be dismissed as yet another

crank even though the calamities are unfolding around us

and we sit back at our sidewalk cafes and observe

the daily circus--each of us smug and superior to prophecy--

I imagined myself on a mountaintop watching the waves

roll in a thousand feet high at a thousand miles an hour--

even allowed myself the notion of watching my life's enemies

floating by--oh well--shut MY mouth--here I am

at ground level with all I despise and who despise me--

one of many going down for the count in this time--

the lesson finally sinking in as I regard the scurrying crowds

I sit in my window and look at the late afternoon sun

set the building facades aglow in leaning Western sunlight--

ready to call it a death--and equally

ready to call for darkness or new life or whatever's next...

Content (c) 2008-2010 Philip Milito.

Friday, May 21, 2010

the striving is pointless now

all is as it is

some people would go crazy

knowing done is done

but some know the freedom

in being done

no need for keening or lamenting fate

stop tearing your sleeves

all you mourn is right in front of you

and all you bless and praise

just another breeze polishing the sun

Content (c) 2008-2010 Philip Milito.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

have it all with all you have!!!

Content (c) 2008-2010 Philip Milito.
there's no such thing as 'good-bye'--

stop limiting your thinking to this world only--

there are many different dimensions and frankly

we've all made hash of those we've known--

but the tally is kept beyond our counting

and O the mess when we try to fix it consciously--

save your spiritual money and spend it wisely

when the debt is paid then you'll be free to go--

but there's nothing you're leaving like you're going to

so it's not 'good-bye'--but 'later'...

Content (c) 2008-2010 Philip Milito.

shooting the rapids--

just walking down the street

these days you're just

shooting the rapids

Content (c) 2008-2010 Philip Milito.
I'm hiding in the cellar

from a raging monsoon

but I will have to get out

before my cries go out of tune

damp damp damp

damn it all

those who are first to rise

are always the last to fall

Content (c) 2008-2010 Philip MIlito.
the lunatics are rising up--

at last they are having their revenge

against the very society

that permits them their evil

Content 2008-2010 Philip Milito.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

trust your own instincts--

it's not your imagination--

a new age is upon us for sure!

just look at the frightened hateful reaction

to this long-in-coming reality!

just look at the ravening reactionaries who think

they can stop God' ever-morphing creation

by trying block hamper control and crush down

every freedom of the soul--

oh the hell that is being unleashed at this--for this--time--

oh the misery sad violent fools will cause themselves

and others--and in the name of the very God

they think they are adoring--and the very plan

they are foiling in their absolute fear of life!

and who pity those of us suffering enough

under the common law binding us all--

suffering enough in our tiny private universes?

a new age is upon us? a new age is already here--

trust your instincts

and don't be swayed by your own ignorant imagination!

the world is burning as we all climb our Jacob's ladders--

flames hot on our ascending heels

scorching our soles--as it were--

Content (c) 2008-2010 Philip Milito.
we see
like x-rays

the substance
of nature

roiling beneath
the forms

we see
as if condensation

coated damply
some invisible thing

we see
the outlines in the swirls

we breath
and beneath it

the powerful elements
that give it its matter

its essence as same
the being of creation

as the contours and the stuff
the proportions that sustain

the manifested thought
we see...

Content (c) 2008-2010 Philip Milito.

Friday, May 14, 2010

ear to the proverbial ground

I have never heard such a thundering of approaching feet--
a veritable stampede of creatures

running as if the doors were closing on the last
rocketship leaving the doomed planet--

running as if every hard memory never resolved in the heart
were rearing up to collect its due--

running as if sudden realization of all that was squandered
in a life found expression in some cataclysm

immanent as the shifting ground parting
under my downturned ear that hears

the silence at the very dark center of sound
like the microsecond between the click of the detonator

and either the the all-engulfing explosion or the merest fizzle of a dud...

Content (c) 2008-2010 Philip Milito.
daily melodrama
is a neurotic substitution
for the truly tragic...

Content (c) 2008-2010 Philip Milito.
you're free!--meaning you have no price--

those who will treasure you will rejoice

while the rest of the world will leave you alone--

thinking if you're free you can't be worth anything--

an absolute bargain

as it were

Content (c) 2008-2010 Philip Milito.
damn it--I forgot my ticket to the party...

damn it--now I have to make my own...

a surprise party

where the surprise is that I don't show up...

Content (c) 2008-2010 Philip Milito.
...time to stop hiding pain behind anger...

I'm really to be vulnerable...
I'm old and ruined enough

to detach and watch...

Content (c) 2008-2010 Philip Milito.
let us see what the outer world is like--

we force the hatch and pop it open as fresh air wafes through
the stale holding cell of our awareness

eyes shielded until they accustom to sight--

blur devolves to knife-sharp edges in a sudden focus--
there is no wonder--in the smoking crater of this once-neighborhood--
lizards in pants and amoebas in dresses slither--

three have spotted me--oh god--HERE THEY COME....

Content (c) 2008-2010 Philip Milito.
the yattering of the world
is an insult to my brain--

Content (c) 2008-2010 Philip MIlito.

Monday, May 10, 2010

the force has blown through me

I am an outline of purpose stalking

the form of accomplishment

invisible in the shining morning

I morph into other 'mes'

as the ground shifts in its upheaval

and our time is what clotting of molecules

embodies us and the world

into the happenings of our lives in these days...

Content (c) 2008-2010 Philip Milito.

Friday, May 7, 2010

Half-built, the bridge support was a solid frame bracing tapered arms to sling a fragment of roadway slowly rocking in a wind. I walked under it and looked up into the up-reaching arch, the slab rocking over me like the belly of a dragon. I walked away from it, and looking back in the deep blue twilight at it, it resembled the slide in which a sewing machine needle pumps up and down in a blur of mechanical speed.

Something reached this far, and no farther; something freeze into a black outline in the night-encroaching sky, stitching itself, the darkening vista and my eyesight into this one instant--more than its content, but its entire actual being itself; this built moment the foundation for the next half-built walk back home.

Content (c) 2008-2010 Philip Milito.
today I'll write my masterpiece--

then leave it its own finished thing in creation--

I don't care--I've scribbled so long and all
people can do is tell me to take a hike--

well--no one likes being scolded--even if its just
fallout from another's self-whipping--

signing off on the scrambling damage--

but I don't care--I can't care--

I watch as if I stood next to myself--
double pair of eyes seeing the Parthenon fall

yet again--under the same sun of myriad scenes
arguments started in one life settled in another--

Who could covey all that? Who'd want to--

dimmer minds clamoring for an answer you don't have

but for the reality of knowing you don't know--
I'll write it today and leave it like that cat

who leaves its shit under a rock--then step away from it--
stand among those looking at it-- they saying

who's that anyway? and stand among them anonymous

saying--"ah--just another asshole with a gripe...his masterwork..."

Content (c) 2008-2010 Philip Milito.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

the fever has broken--

a wisp of smoke
you and the air you arose with

dispersing--scattering on the breeze---
while the inky contours of the daily world

sharpen and dry--forming hard forms--
the eyes closing on this

to feel in visionless vision the skin

cooling by the touch of that wind--
all awareness of the bodily unity--

all the senses one expression of response--
the wind will not cease--the coolness

and the heat surging and shrinking away

successively --the consciousness of all
these aspects in this breathing moment--

this instant perpetually probing into itself
as process we mistakenly call 'time'--

the eyes open--the light has slightly shifted--

and a relieving weakness begins to quicken
and slow movements of limb tumble like syrup

down a maple tree--and so lifts itself to gaze
out the window at the milky day--and you--

an outline of molecules dancing over a broken fever--

Content (c) 2008-2010 Philip Milito.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

renewed and relieved

I'm someone else again

what's done stands on its shaky ground

enduring its term through shifts

of stars and the Unmanifest churning

into being and someone else

is telling this to you

through every mouth that is mine

Hear me All

through every mouth that is mine

Content (c) 2008-2010 Philip Milito.