you are the biggest part of what
generates my dreams--
the source of my lessons
the degree awarded my graduation--
love I've ruined in other lives
come back to haunt me now
that I want you so much--
*
every woman is beautiful--
every woman the Magdalene
red-haired fire box
birthing a bloodline of kings--
*
I have my other half--
not as perfect a fit as it was once
given life after life
of crude error and unyielding amendment--
but mine own--
and me her own--
*
the foolish bitches have passed on--
hurtful to me because they were not mine
but I'm grateful they are for those
souls who I so hate
who ruin redemption for the rest of us
(whom I must forgive if I'm to forgive myself)
thinking at least thank God
these bedizened fools are not my trial--
but for the mistaken hungry seeking
to merge with them--
(how long before suffering shows me
I could count my blessings--)
*
every woman reminds me of my own--
how not? they are not a separate species--
breasts ass legs--every woman is a snare and a trap
blessedly acquiesced to--
every one equipped to overturn
the idiot men who think they themselves rule--
oh fools we be--happy in the limits of the earth
dreaming of paradise in every blind moment
of orgasm and ecstacy--
*
I must've abused the eternal pattern
to have been denied so thoroughly women
as a time when everyone was fucking each other
until their brains poured out of their ears--
and the smugness of my self-protective pretense
of superiority just poor excuse
for my hunger and my sorrow
and my greed for is the property of all--
*
latinas asians middle eastern dark eyes
even the slack-jawed white bbws of the American midwest--
it hardly matters--they all know their power without knowing--
it is ingrained in every silent command--
in every frozen glance of disapproval--
in every joyous surging of lust and satisfaction
they bear each successive generation pledged on earth
to drive each other--man and woman--mad in ecstasy
*
I thought I was beyond all cycles of creation--
I thought I had transcended--
quel imbecile--spirit cannot work without a body--
and all I did was wall myself off from the necessary fall
into sad precious love--
*
we are fools for the devil
as much as we are
eunuchs for the sake of heavens--
and obviously
we fail at
both endeavors--
*
to those idiots who think only
in terms of beauty I say
stop frustrating yourselves--
if beauty mattered that much
the world's population
would be limited to
a couple of hundred souls
*
this is our worldly estate--
to groan--
in bewilderment or ecstasy
it doesn't matter--
this is what we're here for--
for the glimpse of the Almighty
in the mindless instant
of infinite awareness
at the moment of orgasm--
the moment of illumination that is
the matter of the sacrament of matrimony--
*
no need to be oblique--
every one knows what you mean--
the open secret that is our
common currency--
*
here's the hardness--
to be given freedom of choice
among the limited choices
of God's perogative--
*
one day enough people will wake up
to the fact of our common condition
and see it fresh--
see it not as the aberration of some willful idiocy--
but as the common rite we all share
on our way back to Paradise--
Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
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