The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Pestled

Medicinal the bitter 
taste of asphalt and 
tar redolent of sulphur
and high octane exhales

One might imagine 
the almost vinyl nose 
of dark-roasted varnish 
piercing the bonds of 
an entrapped amygdala 

In a cascade of adrenergic
apprehension, prey startles
to the frenzied evisceration
of self and the purported purposes
of the facade of crushed bones
upon which we journey.
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