I give you courage--

or try--taking my own strength for granted

when I'm not feeling it's spent--

but because it is not for me

that strength IS renewed and

I give you courage--or try--

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

one year at this blog--

everything's changed but nothing's new--

so I say something or not--

and the blog will end when God only knows when I'm through

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

as if a thing like love mattered

cynic and optimist would agree

each would see what they'd want to see

and by their own vanity be flattered

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

last of the old

nothing I forgot

just getting used to a change

of medium and a shift

in self-identity

I am no longer who I was

but these baby steps will send

my aged skull to the sidewalk

if this keeps up ending the line

layer after layer

line upon line

I work toward finding

what my purpose is now

and what I do to manifest it

at least the poet is finally dead

(ignore the form in which I am writing this

it is mere force of habit)

a ghost of his sad pomp lingers in the fingers

itches under the skin

scratching the belly of a twice-poisoned dog

as I forget once and for all

the clownish mental pratfalls

of imitating Artaud

having his art and eating it too

oh at least that is finally dead

now I will sit easily in my own chair

histrionics exhausted

the matter at hand very at hand

how strange to have no self-image now

after years playing an ever lengthening movie in my head

the biography uttered by the narrator

another sound left in its own hearing

as I'm loosed from this theater

I yet a boy straggling after the saturday matinee

in the bright spring sunshine

wondering what can I do next

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

a fire--

a low distant flicker

in a far-off alleyway

and whatever

is happening there...

*

After December 1st, 2009--new content--new approach for this blog--

or not--

I may a ton of things to say--and share more adequately--

or I will find myself done and all these writings will be left

to be found or not--

read or not--

ignored or not--

of use to one stumbling on their way

and also stuck in realms such as these--

or unknown to all but souls

and spirit essences at this level

of development-

I am engaged

whether anyone engages with me

and somewhere somehow

this energy is out there--

for those with ears, etc. etc.--

the coming world

I do not like--

my time is up

my time is past

but I am here to make

of an end what I will

and all those

remains will

do is

nourish

some

other's

new

cycle

and

so

it

is

as

it

is

and

see

you

one

way

or

another--

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

Parousia?---

WHEN???

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

what hard lessons

we endure

will do little but make

our dooms assured

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.