The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
As Entropic As Evolution

When was a boy adventure called
yet as a man tied to her nest
so is born the breeder brain
a reversing of the flow
to esteem an optimistic future
invest too heavily in regret
and overlook the growing attenuation,
a divergence into the queerly
asymetrical becrusted with 
economic choices, the scent is lost
and the path must be re-dreamed
into a sapiens, a solitary mistake 
of unmanifested destiny, who sows
without accounting the toll 
ever bemused by the sound of 
his own syllables sputtering from
his loose sphincters onto the walls
that became a prison unlocked 
a scourge of conquering what may
be plundered shall merit a new song
or at least stalactite murmurs 
tall echoes in the night as black as
flames that prune insufficiently
to stanch the arrogance unaware,
amulets bedecking his jeweled wards
so good grain can be poured away
instead of garnered into a more
honest legacy from which a more
humble growth could simmer more
slowly than the prey have time to
enjoy a fleeting family moment
before the harvest emboldens
kingdom makers and queen vanities
to mock the natural order
with their poorly progeny 
infesting every neuschwanstein 
with a plague of preferences
spoiling while stargazers bloodlet
their appetites for signs and
synchronicities mistaken for scepters
and idiocracies; no, evolution
strains to restore a staggering
equilibrium but eden still falls 
overgrown.
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