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.
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