Saturday, August 13, 2011

let us now praise the piss pot
the commode the toilet bowl
that receives the leavings of our earthly extravagances
waste for some and fertilizer for others
let us the throne upon which we sit
the altar of our offerings

let us now praise sex
chokin' that chicken a mile a minute
or massagin' those lips into a creamy froth
piston jabs or intake holes
jelly rolls with an option for more
let us now praise those consumed in the heat
or sit and ponder thinking
what monkeys we look like....and laugh...

let us now praise our pitiful hungers
let us anoint us passions and compulsions
let us gamble and plot our moves to advantage
so we may jockey for our positions
in our imagined salvations

this is the life this is the sorrow
this is the promise on which
we beg steal or borrow
forgive the cliche but be that as it may
that is the central fact
of our living on this brutal rock
whose privations are one with its beauties

let us now praise the wisdom
that teaches there's an end to this
and out of it a fresh start
to calm the heart
and renew the spirit
in as far as we admit that this is how it is...

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

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