The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
The Forgotten Brew

I was so busy ranting I forgot 
your sweetness was unfurling
in oolong eddies of coconut orchid aromas
you waited into a stew and 
my tongue recoils at the conjuration
nakedly strong I see your defects, 
the cubism of your expressionism
astringency dries my tongue into leather
as a desparately salivate to compensate
and dilute your intensity to a balanced hue
for too much of a good thing is never better 
though I comprehend my obscurity 
in your enormity and generous dissolution
at the mercy of my neglect by the
self hypnosis of my own fustian prattling
you are beautiful even while 
I hold your hair from the toilet-
with a little cream we can just pretend
your muddiness is chocolate milk.
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