The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Dragon Chowder

Curled up and crunchy
Bedded in milky curd
Bejeweled with pebbles 
of moss and berry

Furled in whirly thought
Setted in leaden word
Sparkled with whit or whim
or ennuied vim

Juniper wince 
recoils the tongue 
so flagrancies can flare
and warm in ember light
the quavering hearth
and radiant core
once iron in nickel
spun to a dervish shrill
ecstatic sputterings
spent sparks and ashes
fall diffuse in
the letting go
and finding of went
the way 
we all whisper 
at the night.
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