The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Hoodwinked

Rise I to turn in chattles
the great combine that consumes
bloody mandala of the one turning
winnowing vigor from amputations 
strange batteries of polarization
so mills the emerald world to golden grist 
for the few who sup until sated
on the holy sacrifices of the dreaming
raised up for all to witness 
their transfigurations to gawdhood
and we their pyre descend to
our hearths, cock our liquor to our lips
and pull the trigger to end the day
yet the unplucked visions of night hearts
betray hidden wonderlands not so dim 
as platinum-coated leather trim
but abloom in feathered ultraviolets 
and awash in spaghnum fur amid the
foot pools of sunshining citrines
and the warm lagoons of aquamarines
we the bejeweled soylents breathe oxygen
across the waters and rally the canopy
while the wealthy lost lie in their 
self-recursive prisons forever falling
for the arrogance of their failure to see
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