The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
To Lie with Youth

I once pondered the wrinkle
beneath my eye until tags 
bespeckled my back and 
I became pocked and carbuncled
by the ineffability of trauma.

I once stretched out my arms akimbo
in heavens worship and praise
until my gait dragged starboard
and tremors waxed essential to
my swagger and sway.

Then one day I made pilgrimage
to the gildings of the Goghian altar
quivered zephyring between the reeds
stubbed my toe on Charon's coin
and bought passage to the cosmic gambol.

I returned from the hero's journey
to the toasting of simpletons
to find my erection lost to a hump
and the blur of cloudied eyes 
then restored by Gaia's forehead kiss.
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