The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Me Beggar Be - An Opiate Elegy

Of the masses
unaccused I be
though ne'er-pruned
lustrations e'er I see
to worship the passerby
in thick hide and hair
I stand on walls unfallen
and orbit my cares
wanderlusting for new cherries
and unplundered goat dairies
my essence never ascended
to the actualization of anything
groping the caves of the pretended
nestled in my matrix tree
bow breaking from the pull of infinities
forgotten scars melt into travesties
the many-colored garb of enmities;
but if we are to contend that
only the one River flows
then let us ride in our 180 grit canoe
the rapid rain of the unanticipated
and count the rhymes until we may
belt out the anthem we all know
collectively in our nucleic bunkers
where our broken lutes lie stringless
and forgotten hearthsongs unstir
as we whisper in puritanical aphorisms
and slur our toasts down the hole.
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