The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
The Untethered Firehose

Water thrusts the hosings of my mind
on errant trajectories as if emotional
whiplash weren't reason enough to 
hogtie that shit down and bury it in
the gravestone rubble from which the
phoenix rose blooms and so quickly
falls the petal, the tear, der Schrei
of the aperture opening to the
unquenchable conflagration of 
the mortal who abdicates divinity
and struggles to rain upwards
and celebrate the sky burial.
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