Sunday, September 18, 2011

I'm given to fits

of ecstasy and despair

the old mystic privations

known through the centuries

to those who'd prefer to ignore

such individuals and such experiences

if they cannot eliminate them outright

but no

from generation to generation

from age to age

we persist in popping up

like so many lost relatives

after a lottery win

we're spiritual disturbers of the peace

and life after life

it is our mission to call out

the criminally smug and the pathologically power-mad

be they popes kings and CEOs

or or common greedy merchant or wife-beating failure

to shake them up with our shabby presence

to ever warn of woe that is yet to come

as the proverbial thief in the night

but it is not ours to say when

it is only ours to drop our pants

and moon the royal procession

or to reach out to a red-faced raver

and tweak his nose

ours being the dark comedy of prophecy

a warming up of the crowds in advance

of that Main Attraction

that is yet to arrive...

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

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