The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Tempest in my Teacup

Thank you for bloodletting
the roiling and churning
the spurning and boiling
of the nascent unfurling
of my redolent tea leaves
steeped in a teapot of tears
fired by your inquisitive
fervor for alchemistic
formulas to solve for my
ex-quisite naivite for I
was caught in the tempest
and your busybee-like
fluttering reminded me to
spread out the ocean within
to timeless depths full of
embarnacled whales and
squid pi's who cavort among
the krill of a ceaseless sea.
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