Tuesday, March 29, 2011

oh--beware taking advice

from anyone so hapless

as to spit

and miss the ground

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
I have to admit--

the Aquarian Age

has underwhelmed me

thus far--

all I see

are the old tyrannies

in new dress--

now it is too much to ask

for anyone to walk

outside the old parameters

of history

and into the deserts outside


it has never been a cakewalk

to stand outside

all you've known to forge

a path to God

as fraught with horseshit

as the worldliness

we are expected to transcend--

but that is what the One expects--


if we are to live with He/She/It


I confess my foolishness--

I thought our limited human endeavor

was enough for amendment--

but every whit of the price

is the demand--whether or not we can

comprehend that immensity--

so my bitterness is par as they say--

I am one of many

who struggle toward a transcendence

we cannot even begin to comprehend--

and so it is thus--

we must submit in humility--

something our egos find particularly odious--

but it is precisely that selfishness

that releases us--

we are our own entites--

we are--each of us--God--

but it is that knowledge that trips the trap

of pride that defeats us--

so let some fantastic New Age come--

we are the same old souls

struggling with the earthly conditions

of separation and ignorance that have always

plagued us in the earth--

the spiritual vibrations may be higher

but that just means we have

that much farther to fall--

when we all renounce our pride--our idiocy--

our trembling childish fear--then--maybe then--

we will have half a chance

for grace--and forgiveness--and love...

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

Monday, March 28, 2011

the illusion of the moment

is cruel but the reality of time

has its way of resolving things

we are not strong enough

to resolve ourselves

actuality is a hard kindness

we ignore at our peril

what unseals our eyes

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
he'd always heard

it was bad luck to count his money on the street--

he contemplates this

in a hospital bed

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
she still loves and disrespects me--

all's right in her world--

(of course I'm not entitled to an opinion

but I've waived my rights on the matter

because I have no opinion on the matter--)

my world's easier than that--

I don't love but respect her

and am ever free to go my way--

when will the timid understand how much power

they hold over tyrants?

ah--being timid they need to be shown--

and will capitulate in any case--

wish my compassion were stronger

but I'm glad I'm not among them

and glad I'm not with her--

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
all it takes to launch a different direction

is to hit your reset button--

ah--but now

you've got to find where it is--

ignore that incomprehensible instruction manual--

you've got to find where it is--

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
revive revise resume

revive revise resume

go backward to go forward

revive revise resume

rework retool reboot

rework retool reboot

move this here shift that there

rework retool reboot

rethink redo renew

rethink redo renew

ignore your sins as amendment begins

rethink redo renew

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
I speak into the air

and whoever hears--hears--

my tribe disappears

one person at a time

in every obituary column

in whatever newspapers still exist--

and only their families and friends


until they follow after

and are remembered in ever diminishing minds--

oh--perhaps like-minded souls are being born--

maybe they're do what we failed to do-

(maybe some who passed before among them--reborn--)

but for now--this place and this place--

done is done and I speak no more

about this--

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
oh Heaven and Earth

are sundered

the worlds collide

and crush us between the grindings

of their processes

and those of us who did our best

now say "to hell with it!"

and take another swig...

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
so this is how it will end--

as it has ended time and time again--

the evil believing in nothing

but their own brute power

and the good suffering beyond what they can endure

despite what John has to say about it

(crack a Bible for the reference you ignoramuses)

and Right Action a snare for the deluded

who believe in some notion called God

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

after all my privations

I never thought I'd wind up like this

lying on my back on the killing floor

and all hope an illusion that led me to this pitiful end

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
I would yell for mercy

but in the earth there is no mercy

in the heavens there is no mercy

and in God there is no mercy

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
my country has been destroyed

I am joining the refugees of the world

who are seeing their countries destroyed

death and destruction everywhere

and God--as ever--punishing the good

while the wicked prosper--

and where we will end up--who but this God knows--

maybe now the dying world is our home--

and we will die in some shadow land

that is our worst nightmare come true--

how crowded those refugee roads will become

too soon to prepared for--

too late to matter to what we thought

this new age would be...

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

le USA est morte...

the right-wing robber barons have won...

they've ridden roughshod over

every principle this country was founded upon

while every pig-fucking bumpkin supports them

stupid enough to think they too can rise to be

a master of the universe and to hell with whoever must die

to enrich them and their greed and power-madness

and the liberals sit on their cowardly self-serving asses

waiting to suck up to the victors...

maybe you were a new Jerusalem once

(and what a fake notion that is!)

but now you're another corpse left

pockets rifled on the roadside

by those have have killed and assumed your identity...

America is gone...and maybe it's about

God-damned time...

(and any who hate me for this

better get me with their first shot

I have no compunctions any longer about killing you myself

clean and unambiguous before the cruel eye

of the God of Vengeance...)

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

Friday, March 25, 2011

because the world is tearing itself apart to be reborn

because we are scattered poor tribes of our limited affiliations

because we are see again and again evil win out on this plane

because we never will understand our complicity

because we reach for absolution from holy men as tainted as we

because there is no group way to a guaranteed salvation

because we turn from realities we cannot comprehend

because we celebrate our mendacity in the name of every name of God

because we wrestle with angels as weak as we are

because we dance before the wrong golden calf

because we tear meat from a pig roasting under nuclear irradiation

because we deny ourselves in the name of some imaginary deity

because the kings of the world will gladly assume the role

because we've sold our birthright for slave wages and hateful domesticity

because we've abjured our responsibility for a night on the town
while the Apocalypse rages in every club and in every dish of food in every
drink in every gratuity

because we eat our own shit and praise the Lord for the bounty

because we seek escape from our skins every moment of every day

because nothing is safe on roads of murderous gangs of cretins

because all passages on the last rocket leaving the doomed planet
are booked by rich scumbags who think they'll buy their way into Heaven

because nothing is flying in storms and solar flares

because earthquakes disrupt the mechanizations of man that chimp
with a gift for speech

because the reckoning has finally come and we're all broke

because all hopes of Heaven Nirvana the Unconditioned are wiped
clean in the cleansing of our imagined paradises

because we still believe we are worthy of forgiveness after abusing the gift

because our pride has convinced us we are God

because every truth relative and ultimately useless to our capacities
is the very instrument of our destruction

because we had no idea any of the Universal Laws applied to us

because pride continues to ill-use us

because we do not believe our fallen state to be fallen

because we take no one's word for anything and we know absolutely nothing

because we are the last word in the folly of creation's accidents

because we love one another only when it's convenient to us

because we've run our thread out and think the supply is inexhaustible

because our bubbles have burst and all that remains is the air
that subsumed the glistening evanscence

because our time is up and we insist on staying

because there is no light in this world

because God weeps at the punishments His vengeance must mete out

because our fondest memories are a frayed flattened cushion

because we land hard on solid ground

because God has had enough and we have had enough

because the end is near and we cannot see passed that apotheosis

because we do not believe in new life after this

because we cling to our dying skins

because this is fact because this is process because this is it

because we have finally reached the end of this road

because we fear the darkness as ever as ever

because this is what it is to dwell in the earth

because it will never be the ultimate comfort

because it is only and ever because it is

because it is

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

so I thought it would be

a good idea

to elevate myself--

so I did nothing--

and once I stopped trying

to commandeer the universe

for my petty purposes

I suddenly felt weightless--

as if I could rise above

the harried loves

of confused people trying

to redeem their crippling mistakes

for each other--

as if the contention that grew out of that

could be prevented

from poisoning the daily chucklefuck

we call the work-a-day world

and cleanse it to some sheen of nobility--

as if this would somehow filter upward

and change the minds of bitter bureaucrats

who sacrificed their lives for an empty dream

of delayed gratification--

as if this would move the (what? hearts?)

of the masters of the world who rule everything

into ruin and make them recall whatever hurt launched them

on their mendacious career and transcend it--

as if there was a God of Mercy who'd finally show pity

and say "all right--that's enough now!"

as if I could elevate myself out

of doing nothing and feel the weight

of my resigned aspiration--

which I do--which I did when I came to

and came back down

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
better a joke than a sermon--

there's more chance of getting the joke

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
I dangle off the eaves of your house

hoping you'll look out the window

and relieve me of my showmanship--

QUICK!!!--my hands are growing

slippery--this is no time

to put on your imperious princess routine--

QUICK........-- damn it--

stuck feet up out of your bed of nightshade

Content (c) 2008-201 Philip Milito.
kill the mouse

starve the pussy

how much plainer

does codependency get

in this world?

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
like an echo at the bottom of a crevice

the child I was yells for compensation--

pity pity pity

poor little babby will return to a hole

and there fill the night with his groan of capitulation

...ation ...ation... ation...

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
from mouth to mouth to ear to ear

does anyone listen? does anyone hear?

"talk slowly so I may like it or lump it"

said the gent in the back lowering his ear trumpet

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
about to go broke

lots of work

but all of it amounting

to little more than

pin money--

have I paid enough

for doing this alleged 'art'

or do I take it out in limited remembrance?

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
my strength is gone--

my heart spitefully keeps beating

keeping me chained to this wrecked body

and enduring this unbearable divine vengeance--

pity poor fools

who believe in Love--

pity those who believe in some cartoon God

rather than their own hidden wisdom--

pity especially to those who thought they were doing

exactly that--oh release--release--but to what

angry justice of what loving divinity?

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
life in the earth is HELL--

we stay and wallow in it 'til doom

or start to climb--without hope--

and without delusion--

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
I wish I had my faith back--

I think of God lately and all I feel

is unmitigated rage--

no amends no penance no mercy

from this--this vampire who insists

on draining every drop of blood out of our suffering--

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
oh what human hell do I bring on my head now--

"telling it like it is" and enduring the grief

of opposing views that seek not a concensus

but an excuse to to rage and destroy?

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
I'm used to being the ass-end of God's donkey--

we all are actually--if we but get over ourselves and accept it--

but like James Merrill's conceit in The Changing Light

At Sandover about the Archangel Michael being secretly queer--

all we do is project ourselves onto the skies

and recognize and justify ourselves--but when a queer friend suggests

that God is gay--"Look at all the assholes He's made"--

then I confess--I must stand back and ponder

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.


Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
so she wants me to get a job--

good luck--I want to find a job

(self-styled mystic poets need earthly sustenance too ya know--)

but the freelance is sparse and niggardly

(niggardly means cheap--stingy don't ya know--)

she has her points--I've wasted years looking for employment

but the old assumptions are gone (the stinking archtypes

of this sad affair remain but the current methods are more brutal

than ever--I can't--without an argument--point out

that I put myself out for the sake of a major move

and change of climate that her fear and shittalking prevented from

happening (she was as fastidious as some woman haggling with a salesgirl--

she talked a good game ya see but failed to follow through)

and now she's comfortably situated and I--sad trusting asshole

that I am--am in the shit up to my eyebrows)

and yet we're a team--we're united on many fronts otherwise

but I'm in the position of being a failure

and have to endure her unfair advantage--

I may have been a fool regarding the current situation

of business and employment and have to endure the arrogance

of half-wits proudly parading their ignorance

by sanction of their generational construct--

but it doesn't change the fact that I'm in this position

because I trusted an easy talker--

so I seethe with resentment to no fair end--

luck may change--but good luck surviving long enough

to see it--I will struggle for little or nothing

and die of my stupidity and failure of nerve to live

an authentic life--and no mercy from God about it--

as always--everything settled

and nothing solved

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

what do we forge for the coming age

that will sustain the Spirit we disdain?

our theories make fools of us

and we think it is affirmation of our wisdom--

we have no wisdom--

we've outgrown religion and fake morals and

the official lies that create our worldly realities

but haven't got the maturity to walk in the deserts

outside tradition and know where we are going--

oh who help us then

as we press on without a choice in the matter

to what unification--what ultimate fulfillment--

what arrival safe at what home?

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
I can't tell friend from foe anymore--

we were always on our own

but now even the illusory crutches

of society and fellowship have been swept away--

not good if you're trained to a tune--

not bad if you're to dance freely with whom you'll encounter--

trust no one but yourself--and even then--be careful

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
a good rant

clears out the soul--

but don't do it in front of

progressive liberals--they'll outlaw you--

and don't do it in front of fundamentalists--

they'll hail you as a friend as long as you affirm

Jesus or Mohammad or Yahweh or Allah--

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
if I'm tough on the young of this generation

it's because they walk around with their noses in the air

content in their utter ignorance because they live

in a culture that encourages their entitlement

and their smug selfishness--

and that's the fault of their parents--the pampered children

of their parents--the Boomers--my (sadly) compatriots--

I couldn't stand those bastards back in the schoolyard

and now they believe they can shape the world with their wills--

and they have--one slow decline to these horrible times

we now live in--one slow decline to society's grave--

and spiritually that's a good thing--but as they are the

proprietors of this bogus Aquarian Age oppressing all of us--

you'll forgive me if I want sometimes to take an Uzi

and mow down anything that moves--

if we are lost--it's because "He who would save his life

must lose it"--thank you all--you endless assholes-

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
been there

sorry I done that

but what the hell

I have stories to bore

the young'uns with--

thank heavens they know nothing

and damn it

for the same reason

Content 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

Monday, March 21, 2011

some people need to be totally broken down

to find out who they are and where they need to go--

even if who they are and where they've been

is what broke them down--

what is needed is denied because it is needed

a tough love way of healing so your cure doesn't become your prop

and that's the tough love of it--throw away your crutch--

if you fall you can always crawl--goaded by such easy advice--

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
I love talking to God--

at least I get no backtalk...

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
am I a phoenix

ready to rise after my fall

or will You prevent that too Lord

since Your vengeance trumps

even the amends You demand?

we'll find out now--won't we--

we'll find out now what You'll let it be--

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
defeated by God--

no amends mattered--

no grace for sufferings I've inflicted on myself

(that's the mantra of the God who does everything

but passes the liability on to us--oh alleged God of Love-


you've gouged Your price Lord--even to the point

of discounting any atonement I may make--

I'm so happy I put my faith in you--not knowing

putting my faith in You would be the thing

that delivered me to my downfalls--

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
oh hell

what am I trying to say

to sane safe and lost souls

who can't hear anyway?

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
who do I bless now that blessing is an empty formality?

I find it hard to praise the God of Justice

whose vengeance is more important to Him

than our efforts to atone or the grace He expects from us--

the grace He withholds because we will never be perfect enough

to endure His air--thanks for the gift of life--

as soon as I forget myself I'll mindlessly join the lower choirs

and sing Your praises forever

singular and ever self-contained Boss

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
I've gotten too old to covet the young thangs--

I've even gotten too old even for their moms

oh sad cougars even more pathetic

than I am--old goat who knows he's an old goat

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
the world has already ended for me--

I wish I could accept that

and let go of every damn thing I wanted

that has reduced me to this shame of pride's ruins

Contenrt (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

what if your 'fresh start'

is nothing but a stale ending?

do you end starting

and start ending?

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

this is my Saturn Return--

welcome--welcome my friends--

we all go through this before we hit our 60s--

chickens have come home to roost

and built a coop so far up my ass

I may never eat eggs again--

but hell--the best thing about all of this is that

it won't come again in this lifetime--

the liquor is wrecking my liver--

quick--quick--horse radish quick--

another stop gap on the way to the grave

that is merely a door

to the continuing quest--the ongoing journey--

the return to our real element--

goofy spirits placidly looking back over a ruined life and saying

oh shit--look at that--I knew better--what the hell

was I thinking?

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
now don't you feel a proper fool?

spilling your guts to people who could care less

because you have nothing to teach them

and they're in the same shit you're in?

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito
tears do not move God--

your deluded pleading won't help you--

now you have to hike your pants

and walk your talk

and who help if you've misspoken yourself?

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
you have no friend in this world--

love fails

friends betray each other

nothing lasts but ideals we come to doubt

in the reckonings of our ruining lives--

this was once considered 'classic nobility'--

the acceptance of the conditions of earthly reality--

now crazed egotists think they walk with the Universal Forces--

do what they will in their personal evil and believe

the Universe will support them

and they get over because the Universe supports all its creatures--

now their fake gurus bless their mendacity and their walk

as laws unto themselves--

and the spiritual reality behind these misapplications

groans with our serial errors-

don't be one of these--the facts of life aren't an inconvenience

or a tyranny or an embarrassing boom on your white rug--

it's face your mess and clean it--

it's level with those you love and have guts enough

to walk if you have to--

because we're all in the shit--

because God sits in His heaven and weeps for us--

because unless you're straighter than an arrow

you'll have no friend in this world

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
so much good I've done--

meaningless to my heart

absorbed as my mind is with my failures

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
forgive me Love

how often I've hurt you

aiming my barbs at myself

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
I know you don't understand a word I say--

neither do I but I'll be damned

if I put myself in a position of explaining...

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

without my hopes for the future

what have I got?

the present--

the only now--

the wreck of belief

the reward of trust

broken on the shore of everything

in which we were taught to believe--

belief is horseshit--

live and do what you will--

and stop waiting for God to bless you--

your earnest tries do not matter

pray all you want--

if God will have you wasted and destroyed

then that will be every whit of the price paid--

and that for no one's benefit but your own

but not here--not here--but in the sweet bye-and bye

that is the fulfillment of the Plan--

the loving--utterly heartless Plan

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

surely you understand me when I say that--

there you are--the perfect word for living in the world--



Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
pity the animals

they suffer worse than we do

because their love is unconditional

and they have no theories on the treacherous Ideal--

there is no egomaniacal desire for salvation

or to manipulate God

they just are what they are

and they suffer for it because of us--

and this on top of the unconscious suffering

they endure being predator or prey--

animals--better than people any time in eternity--

because we humans are the assholes of creation--

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
I put my faith in the Lord--

bad move

I should have trusted my own instincts

fuck religion

spirituality is reality

and reality has no mercy

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
oh 'da Lawd' is gatherin' it all in

you're sorry? you didn't mean it?

you just didn't know?

too bad

ignorance of the law is no excuse

and there is no recourse

God the Top Cop will break you

for all your contrition

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
so this is the Apocalypse...

a punch line for some unfunny loud-mouth comic

so dissociated from life

that he/she is guaranteed to be a success

oh the Devil MUST be an agent

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
check your Yahoo today...

japan radiation worse than thought...

then the next item..."diet Coke Beats Pepsi in Cola Wars"

cola? wars? radiation?

are you fucking kidding me?

our mistaken as a race have caught up to us

and the whores of media can only spin

drugged out cotton candy?

are you fucking people for real?

God is gouging His price out of all of us

and all you know how to do is retreat into your bubbles?

oh woe woe woe

oh I wish I still had my sense of humor don't ya know?

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

I wait in line with everyone else

wondering oh God what the hell next?

blank and lost for a minute

as I stare at the back of her shapely legs

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

the only thing you can believe in life is that

life is unbelievable

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
who knew the Apocalypse would contain

such zany comedy?

ersatz masters of worldly power taking extreme

calamity as a personal insult

while dislocated millions form the backdrop

of their sociopathic apprehension?

I wait for the Big One to finally hit so I can die laughing

watching media covering its own clueless demise

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
some stupid ad on a webpage

a link to How To Stay Asleep

and showing an unreasonably hot beauty

are they serious?

you stay asleep by not going to bed with

the likes of one of these in the first place


Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
turds cascade like an avalanche

down the Alps of my ennui

I'm glad I'm not there anymore

moving swiftly to anywhere else

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
I looked for her

she disappeared just as I was ready

to get over myself and commit

I looked for her

long enough to rethink the whole matter

maybe I should thank her for making the decision for me

I should count my blessings

I'm still uncommitted but I'm free

to stop looking for her

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
apocalypse du jour

Christ Almighty now what?

earthquake? tsunami? super volcano?

asteroid strike?

so it has been given and given again

God's Will is our woe but what do we know?

word has been given repeatedly and we still don't hear

or merely cosmic calibrations

outcomes of blind process

it's the same difference really

a permanent jeremiad uttered unheard by us

this lop-sided crown of creation

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

oh from here who (but God) knows where?

I'm not eager--I had my fun

I see misery and find it there

I see joy and find it gone

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
forgive me Lord--

one bad moment

sets me off--

makes me want to

tear down the world

because I want to die

and You won't let me

until You're ready--

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
tomorrow I go look for a job

today I tie up the last loose shoe string

that can trip me up--

(as if that would make a damn difference--)

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
boy whatta genius I am--

knockin' out this crap

while waiting for my wash to dry

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
it's utterly stupid

I cannot believe it

I dig for gold

and turn over shit

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
Lawdy Lawdy zis boom bah

save my ass rah rah rah

and if you don't it's a loss on You

I'm one of Your creatures and One with You

(You can save these other assholes--how 'bout me?

or do I get hind teat because i foolishly

believe in You?)

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
so this is the new age

maniacs out of touch with reality

imposing their twisted agendas

(as long as they're on the correct side

of the equation)

and not understanding a thing

when calamity rains down on their heads

(look at them panicking when their iPhones or Blackberries

or Androids or whatever toy to which they've conditioned themselves

won't deliver them from the brutal correction of Reality)

if this is the new age Lord You can have it and all the

unconsciously evil asshole You in Your alleged wisdom show such favor

I'll wait out eons before I re-incarnate

hoping for a time that will resemble Life as it has been

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

Monday, March 14, 2011

all behind me

all done

and nothing

but darkness ahead

and not one

word from the Source

not a breath

from the heavens

blowing away

the detritus

of all

the imagined worship

the Temple


like the imagination

losing the context

all gone before


with markings


by erosion

and the celebrant

in a heap--


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a brave new world has begun so I'm informed--

everything new everything different

and none of it sounding very good--

no--I'm not cranky grampa bitching about

some imagined lost golden age

of a youth that is the construct of all failed desires--

I just regret being in a world where humanity's insanity

has overtaken all spiritual values and has made

crazed egomaniacs believe they can control the universe--

being without instrumentality--

as if they could realize Blake's dictum: 'just think of it

and the thing's done'--metaphysically maybe--but not in flesh--

not in the earth--and not in the service of some sanctified

material world--but who hears what I have to say about this?

I'm not a circus clown--or media's social flavor of the month--

snooki--charlie sheen--who the hell are these automata--

does anyone with anything to say have to debase themselves in this way?

and if not--who'd listen anyway? it's so deep--so serious--so abstract--

take off the hairshirt--ignore the divine utterance--have a beer--

judge wet T-shirt contests--put some porn on the box and beat it--

we serious sufferers hurting on behalf of humanity were a bunch

of vain losers anyway--we weren't popular--we didn't kill ourselves

with yahoo rituals--

how can anyone of sensibility prevail against the whole weight

of the unexamined world?

so maybe I am cranky grampa after all--instead of crying for

the lost ways of an imperfectly remembered time though--

crying rather for the lost of any semblance of human order

when belief was the fortification of life and reason the way

to question all the brutal myths by which we live and die--

must calamity be our only wake-up call? do we need terrorism

and earthquakes and tsunamis to shake us to reality? (and then

only in so far as it affects us personally)

and why complain? who'll hear this with fresh ears

before it's their time to ponder these variables of life?

can we only appreciate life in the face of death

or only ever understand death is simply one aspect of life

and even at that--the very least of it?

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Friday, March 11, 2011

along the looming path

dim gleams of starlight

on the bushes lining the walk

the fragrance of sweetness

as the path opens onto a field

a giant silhouette reaching toward

the horizon under

vasts of stars

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I heard the crying of sea gulls

far inland

trouble at the beach

no food to be found

I heard them pass over

and I went back to my dinner

my food on the plate

and my mind on their flying

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Ask for trouble and you'll get it!

you don't have to do much in this world

to get killed

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broken of every hope

dashed by every failure

my heart beats regardless and oh

how good it is to be free

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I and this blog are morphing into something else--

but if we don't complete the transformation so what?

who the hell hears or understands a word?

who needs the vanity of an isolated man?

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a dusty gleam of sundown on the glass facade of the glass tower

twilight soothes the anguished heart of the aching eye

another gentle evening in the pit of hell

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nice of you to join me here

at the end of our era

at the close of our time

tidal waves swipe clean entire cities

industries cannot avail

society feels the loosening of its boundaries

and al the achievements of humanity

dissolve like salt in a torrent

nice of you to join me here

at the called time of our efforts

our generation watches all its good overturned

by maniacs who will destroy what they claim to uphold

you fools you fools you wicked rotten evil fools

where are the floods to wash away fundamentals and extremists

and the sad simple brain dead wondering what happened

to the cartoons and the newspapers and everything that was

supposed to be around forever

nice of you to be with me here

as we all despair of this world of pure hell

as we all mourn the price of sin unending

as we pray for the fallen and all the past

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tried my best but there's no reaching you

what to you is murky to me is clear

all you wanted you'll lose when you're through

but what you'll always need you'll find here


gray mornings of slab-like clouds-

a woozy clash of gray matter

tumbling inside the head that needs it

how appropriate to a kiss-off

a fond 'fuck you' into the bargain

but why should I care

now that the rains have finally stopped

and my future still looks

like the darkest part of the cave


so what you wanted you didn't get--


serve you right to suffer says the old song

you'll get used to the loss

and call it your life


we'll see what shall be--and what will happen to what--

the rise keep on ascending until it levels to fall--

in the same way you sought a piece of yourself but

failed because you did not recognize your way at all


a man with nothing to say

deserves to be forever addressing those who cannot hear

* * *

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Tuesday, March 8, 2011

hard to be optimistic when you're urged

to look forward and all you see is the ass end

of the guy ahead of you in line--

how blessed we

to be the ones tunneling this worm track

through the cheese of time


roaming this isolated stretch of sidewalk

by the LIRR train tracks watching their appointed cars

run their schedule back out to the island--

odd numbers of people--even here-- passing on their way home

from the shopping center a few blocks away--

I should move on--I'd hate to be busted by some neighborhood

watch for nothing better than idling on a corner--especially here--

where even one person is a crowd--except of course unless

you're that person


yeah Bill Knott I hear ya--no one knows me or wants my papers

(I worked in the Berg Collection and oh the shit they took in (I mean really--

Alfred Corn???)--whadda say we light up boxes of our ephemera

and shove 'em up some curators's asses?

I understand the guy who said "every time I hear the word 'culture'

I reach for my revolver"

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Sunday, March 6, 2011

be cautious

of the well-meaning busybody

who claims to know what's good for you--

he is belittled by his family

and mocked by his friends--

he needs to have control of something

and will manipulate laws to doing so

(so much easier than teaching a dog to heel)

yes he wants to be loved

but loved alone--

everyone else can find their own

(if he'll let them)

you're having a beer

you're ogling women

you dare have fun

while I'm in the world

what the hell is wrong with you?

you want God to split your lip?

you insulted me!

you insulted me!

I'm going to make your life

a 24-frame a second grief--

no it's too late to apologize--

hmmm--well maybe if you step behind this shed--


don't you feel reborn now that you've repented?

you've shown good judgement

by my blessed rod God is good--

and all this while God weeps in his heaven--

His plan ruined yet again--

yes by all means of this one you'd be wise

to be cautious

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how tender we are

how self-regarding--

Aquarian Age delusions

of smug superiority--

but that's alright--

they will go down in the same flood

that takes away their unenlightened charges

and their mortal enemies

and so many other worlds--

a new age dawns but first

God will clean house--

as has been given--

no one is exempt

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Wednesday, March 2, 2011

I made it this far--

the rest of the way will be a dream for cripples
a fulfillment of positive visualization
and an invitation to know-nothings to pontificate
on the powers of self-hypnosis--
I'm tired of these fools though I must share the way with them
but without them the day was brighter and happier--without them

I made it this far-

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someone else will break your will--
I'm too busy looking out for my own way--

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she's sad that I'm not happy
but I'm sad she thinks I'm not

I'll never understand why
some go out of their way to make themselves cry

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I see you

oh how I wish you didn't
see me! I'll stay on the move so

you can look elsewhere

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how I hate being oppressed
by maggots and bedbugs and
mold on the floor of Congress--

and this we must suffer for the sake of 'da Lawd'?
oh what unholy plan is this holy design?
what is it about righteousness I can't understand?

endure this and endure the distress?
and for what relief this idea of being blessed?

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last happy hour
won't be known
until last happy hour
has flown

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next time I'm in the earth I hope I won't be so naive
I'll believe in nothing and learn for myself

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Tuesday, March 1, 2011

as so many I know from my time on earth depart
can you really find it so disturbing that I have a deep stirring of a wish
to go with them? if life is truly eternal then what's the beef?
how is there a problem? why is there a fear?

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if anger was all there was to motivate someone to action
there would surely be nothing left of this world to love

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fantasy is so dangerous because it is real--an existing condition
like any other--but one that--by our focus--replaces our connections to
humanity's agreed-upon reality--all of it real--all of it false--

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
drugs as manna--porn stars as angels--
poor Charlie--his death will be so much more bitchin' than ours--

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ecstasy in the realization of love--
despair in the waste and loss revealed in this blessed reality--
and between the two--the balance of grace in the only embrace

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I do not know if what I do will amount to anything worthwhile--
but I am given to understand that --regardless--I am not
to desist from doing it--

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I confront the inevitable--inevitably--

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the world is far too big to scold

incorrigible to the point of compulsiveness--

I've become content to let it kill itself

slowly so it may be reborn--

another ridiculous way to live

but the alleged wisdom of God mandates it--

and as long as no one can teach it to pray--

then fine--at least no useless trying nor any scolding

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.