The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Unswallowing Maw

The precipice that circles
the rippling magmatic crucible
spitting the oddly concreting dross
of bitterly medicinal indigestibles 
over the pursed furl of the lip
steaming with sulfurous rouge
dripping down distendedly hollow cheeks 

Give me the precious glisten
elementals brewed into transcendental purity
the mossy dendritic robe dropping to my feet
lavendar lightning gilds carbon cauliflowers emerging
burgeoning into the scry of pyroclastical imaginings 
dancing along the crumpling horizon of conception
each step lost to a digression giving way

Funny how the irrational never touches the regression
but puddles in iridescent oil slicks that baptize
resurging worlds into the diverse cacophonic thundering
clap of nucleic ignition crawling out of its own grasping
to sprout a fur of fingers pointing away or to the wall
where is written the one euhedral word to rule them all
reflecting in my eye of unopened kimberlite
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