The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
The Whalebone Harp Unwhispered

I wash my canvas in apatite
and pin my linens against my timbre
bending my camber to a golden concavity
and prick with acrylic the azure skyocean
polkadotting seagulls into cirrus curls
with rosey pink-edged sunshine burls
miraged against the flutter of treelines
overpainting dandelion monstrosities
spackles of unexpected tones drip
stress lines upon leviathan's bones
til the calculation of shadows 
completes the shape and fends off flourishes
of imagined drape dropping relics on the
beachside amid the sprawl of jazzing it all
into the quake of whalesong wanting 
some garish marish groan moaning for miles
upon the viscera of our krill isles
day shakers of holier ghost prophets
pouring spiritual libations upon cajun gyrations
and tie taut our scrimshawed bustiers
for modesty's sake let us make our tithes
to the entropies and cast our lot beneath
the filigree of last touchs and preens
easter egg homages in corners unseen 
the brandy having long gave out 
shall we not move on to another dream?
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