The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Keyteeth

I glimpsed your constellation
the cluster of teeth 
that turn my tumblers
sacred avatar breathing fire from 
the points of connections,
hallowed vertices, each point a scar
a birth a conjoining into
the transfiguration of the transcendental
six-walled moments 
avulsed by the fall of a petal
a tear a complaining of 
our morbid complacency and the politics
of clever compromises so we may 
go about the business of breathing 
and casting our spawn upon the 
floor of the cosmic casino
where the clattering of our wins
leaves only vomit stains.
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