The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Lunatic

In the stillness of soft shadows,
my gaze turns 
from this cold carbonite
toward the lesser sun
gilded in sallow shallow
sullenness
my daze yearns
from this inky space
toward the greater tide
tectonically recalcitrant

There was but a mote in
between my mind's tiny fingers
a poetic kernel,
a point
an intent
a creative urge yearning to be 
spent or spilled

Something about a romantic moon
and reciprocating emotions
ready to carve this
ham and pineapple inspiration

but I've long lost my grip
upon rock or shore or 
anything anymore
so we sail upon the currents
of this day and sway in the
gust and flurry
slate-faced against the 
wink
giggling with a.
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