The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
The Need to Account for Neurodivergence

Like the evanscence of 
a chicken tailed fetus
borrowed legacies are crafted
by trapped toluene inhalations
to produce brain splitting headaches
for the egg-toothed infant to crack
apart from the matryoshka diminutions 
of the coupling of neanderthals who
beat their chest with rosaries so
fervently praying for a less than two
headed stepchild while receiving but an
orphaned chimera called proto-cerberus

Such trimorphications yet tail twitch 
when electrified but otherwise emote
in verbal masks rapaciously mimed to
be held even at durgan arms length
only to be cast into a waterless world
without a rosetta rocked education to
make street wise the body's intuition
or give marrow to bird boned flight
or console the myriad of alters gestating
priests to explain the thunderbird's ire

Survival for such a dire runt's journey
is more snake dream than schoolboy adulation
called gifted his private tutors tossed
napier's bones where hypercubic-flexagons were
needed to allow the astral travel of a mind
never really tethered to anything truly
domiciled or grounded with more than 
trichome cilia, the laughed at peach fuzz of
an adolescent abandoned to an exile of
living in the bizarre counter-polarities 
he could never understand or embrace for
swimming in quicksilver strains the bones 
in excruciating pains the stones that would
otherwise pave a familial trajectory

Enter the philosopher and his dis-Abel-ed
calligraphically dogmatic cries for justice
what is Cain to do but wander on and wile
his lizard caves out of kryptonite quarries
he is trapped between the choir and hemlock
soliloquies of logic and virtuations 
shimmerless sequiturs of escalating power
in gilded armor on horsebacked arguments
that bruise the unhammered into contrition
conceding that freedom is forged by those
who know her name, not the swarthy immigrant-
tongued caught in the widow silt of tradition

Theory is multiplicitously divergent the
more we spelunk its untraceable diversions
with uninstrumented music and eye-rolled 
dancing corpulently instancing the unriddled
wormwood squeezed to a salt-memory liqueur
with paradox-pimentoed olivine skin whispering
to the trick-or-treaters of candied dreams.
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