the daily diatribe

sounds hollow now

assailing the unchanging state of what is

when each heart celebrates its joys

or sorrows over its losses

the wisdom comes in a resonant silence

thickening in the hearing

so the lonely Jeremiahs

climb off their mound of shit

and go sit and mutter in a bar

with a jukebox of oldies

roaring in the back

and where a sign over the men's room door

reads

"To be seen... Stand Up!

To be heard...Shout!

To be appreciated...SHUT UP!"

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.