The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Outliers

Whence the finite
once the edge was unleashed
and we traded beloved countenances
for masks like the fencing of
dialectical spars spurring us
to belch nomenclatures into thoughtworlds
and provide no excuse for the impropriety
of our eructations or bindings of
our desires into slaveships full of 
unspeakable atrocities that even Kharon 
bought not to lead to Olympus where
Titanspawn barter in cataclysms 
as we call them fickle finaglers
and gaze with magpie eyes
through gloryholes in amazement and
wank into maths what physics could
not love dearly enough to 
cajole into undress.
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