The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Classically Fantastic

Pluck the wings from a fairy jig
and listen for the long eulogy 
lilting luminously above 
a naked elf reclining upon 
the reborn velvet of moss 
that fell between the lichened 
lines encircled by rings of
deathcap queendoms soaked in 
borrowedly unbartered milk 
riddled from the passersby
for the kindly nod of those
who step over and under the
world of fairytales turned
rancid with age and ambition
led astray by pointy pigseys
to chase will-o'-wisps into 
the night of willow whispered
fire flying words spoken from 
boggy lungs so heavily laden
that the truth sputters spitefully
until enlightenment dawns
to chase imps into shadows
with a sorcery of imagic charm
sitting balanced upon the cairns.
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