The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Flaxen Kissed

Dark tar occludes the celestial veins
that pulse with vision's embrace
quicksilver crawls the dim halls
where effigies of the daring decay,
unmindful veering pocks the walls with
violent cavitations hewing the chattel
into bitter monoliths to birth the
next generation of iconoclastic flow
the frantic leukocytic purge of the 
ichor of the ignorance of tunnel-vision,
a comic tragedy for the historians 
to pick over and gild their teeth
until appears the defiant traveler
with eyes of curtain-lifting pierce
and tempered hands that cradle
fragile understandings that exhale
far too soon to be buried on the
outskirts, only a few verbal libations
given to the wind and rain to hasten
their entangled emergence, the flash
of elemental convergence commingled
with thin silver slivers of flaxen
kisses from an eyes-closed maidenheart 
so fades the stubbornness of childish
dreams relinquished to galactic tectonics
in the tender sway and bend of balsam
arms abandoned into a quivering rivulet
dancing to the pause of meaner music.
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