The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Muddleplucking

I planted a seed in aqueous solution
added nitric provocations to convert
stoic to stochastic emerging in a
rococo fugue of paris green florescence
burgeoning upon a trestled brocade
til the spiraling slowed to gravidity
and the glisten of a swollen quince 
slick as lemon luster proffers an
unfallen focal point on sepal throne

I plucked the unmulled tumescence
split its flesh into four halves
the drips lost to the periphery
the fragrance cuckolded by perception's
desire to please muddled expectations
with all the mustered confocality 
shamelessly unsheathed in ardent
reconciliation of an unfettered modulus
so that fossils may cease to quake

We wander in the elephant graveyard
while the cricket chorus sings 
of edgeless wonders eternally echoing 
failing to witness or even imagine
what long frequencies viscerally stir
until once in a while our gaze sideways
slumbers between the entanglements
only to waken to a fading phosphorescence
ablink with the infinitely astral

All the children sing a joyful Amen
swallow pearls from orpiment lips 
complete the circular in the crepuscule
slalom the avalanche of tingo tangos
gushing with violent arpeggiations
vectors vibrating upon a single endpin
the contemporaneous bow drawn so slowly 
to a hue torn from the lingering sunrise
until all the spirit quakers fall awake
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