The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
The Piquant Caper

To be a sea monkey in a herkimer inclusion
strange hydrocarbon brine at the 
vertex of temporally tectonic glaciers 
pop a bisodol to free the wind
that drives the tides of a childish eye
spinning the octagedral to watch a bubble dance
like some concave fire starter searching for the
antlike to scratch the awefull curiosity
to call it a billy and abscond with the insight
he dreams of stills of opalescent moonshine 
but by day pulls the leg off the insignificant
so shall we not call armageddon a crime
unprepared to discern horsemen or the seven
nor admonitions to grow the fuck up
and study your talmud and tanakh or tasseled
locks that beg the finger to stir 
and melt into the mulligan stew of
deliciously creamed cultures of the 
urban jungle dark and vividly painted
against the pitter-patter of the polyrhythmic 
drumbeat syncopating my spoken word as 
the largest stone is turned over
and we watch what crawls out to meet us.
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