The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Philosophical Needs

Children need their playhouses furnished
with silver-plated minuations 
always a fork, a knife, and a spoon
how I long to spend my last days
in barbiedreamhouse dialetheisms
but one-legged barbies with scorched hair
don't get to play with blue-eyed kens
we play in maths that need pee breaks
where hexagon chess pieces are garbed 
in the player's skin and speak in thick accents
where just right is always too small
and that little red light that flashes 
when we approach the orbit of Veritas
is the eject button slamming open the airlock
so once again we can scramble to breathe
a new atmosphere before opening our eyes to
alien colors and xenotextured rabbits
how shall we feel when they ask, "Friend?"
still struggling to believe this transfiguration
that nostalgic sense bestowed by this much 
temporal flow and that deuterium pellet
the last marble of my grand cascade into
elocutions on nothingness and how compelling
my emotions should be to the world.
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