The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Unintentional Mixing

Woke askelter lumbering excavernously
poured coffee into yesterday's tea
golden mirror lost in a london fog
creamy as an endless elliptical unfolding
the strange spin of a trapped tornado
gently unfurling into a colloid collecting
then dispersing into the exhale of 
droplets waxing oceanically between
fading dreams and meager accomplishments
the laundry spins in the basement
while I land upon the newspaperless nook
with a thud that is unnecessarily loud
wondering if I spy sunbeams or chagrins
behind the curtains unopened, my eyes
nodding off until the next steamy sip
dispels the koi that were swimming
across Gogh's astral nocturnity in a 
mind set upon an intentional dissociation
the cogs loosely swinging upon their pendula
nothing turns except the temporal wince 
of the rising recognition that there is
a garden untended and relations unloved-
all must be wound up to proper tightness
so one may tear open another stolen moment
of solution titrated to perfect transparency.
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