The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Purveyors of Adverbs

Does our dronish intonation needlessly qualify
our primal verbiage or give it a textured timbre
assemblages of myth-carrying-prop-cadence
bowing to a sapphire-encrusted chronology

Oceans of cornfield wealth necessitate
the stickiness of adjectival alliterations
golden syrup dripping from gerund sheaves
while I you they all every and neither

Behold the trenchant rapier theater
thrust parry lunge remise reprise 
a cognac of distinguished bouquet
dragon thistle ripe pineapple play

The spontaneously proffered locution explained
with topiaries of acanthus flutter
and pontificated refinements of imagined
pilosity diced into split groat porridge

Yet when we flip over the weave
so our knotty nest hides asunder
does our golden spider thread not 
in labyrinthine shimmer lie lustrously?
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