The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Sluicing the Wind

Below the flowing tempest's eddies
lies the aperture fully unwaned
Wholely flaxen antennae outsplayed 
gently swaying in the turbid rush

Arms outstretched melt into the iron stained
Become the mineral of paintings not yet dreamed
or seamstressed into a dainty sequined frock
Slender scales unhackled to the cool rain's pluck

Mojo howling against the flourish of unpelted fur
sluicing the gush of instinctive wilderness 
into well-behaved rivulets of charisma
Sold for the husks of better butter beans 

So we may gather around the fireplace
and count our dent-corn-kernel-aquisitions
woven amongst the purple thunderbird clouds
ever unsifted onto the ancient sandstone mandala
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