I let into the house

the demon of the fish pond

it wandered away from the water

and got lost in the garden

when I cracked the door that was it

it sped in and now I can't get

the damn thing out of my chair

sucking down sardines and goldfish

and spitting the bones out on a plate

good thing I already had dinner

it was hot out on the night air

sultry September as I sat in the window...

Content (c) 2008-2010 Philip Milito.

uncontented

as if somehow I lost a hearing aid

and gained blindness instead

Content (c) 2008-2010 Philip Milito.

the safety of ignorance

gives false comfort to one's inner

raving lunatic--

there're bipeds for whom no actual tangible

material fact is to be trusted

or believed--

I've lived long enough to see

the first in a new line of automata

raise their blank faces

with unseeing eyes

to the unrelenting light

mistaken and careless about it--

Content (c) 2008-2010 Philip Milito.

I shoot at clay pigeons

the way my soul shoots at me

Content (c) 2008-2010 Philip Milito.

thick and dry

even I

one day will be

the corpse you see

Content (c) 2008-2010 Philip Milito.

vicious king

crushing righteousness

underfoot

have a care--

for those who believe

in goodness

and are trampled

underfoot

Content (c) 2008-2010 Philip Milito.

letting people figure things out

for themselves is risky--

how wrapped up in the agendas of their thought

to miss or ignore the facts of their acts

Content (c) 2008-2010 Philip Milito.