Best Milling Poems

Unrealities and realities
grind together in mortar’s mouth,
spilling, pulverizing, volatile perfumes—
succumbing scents of citrus, crushed copper,
musks of bruised lightning,
threshing thunderous throbs. 

Instability incarnate sings her reveling wails,
fragrances of something
Beyond Name.

I guide existences into black curve,
severing them against sharp, obsidian walls,
letting them rupture—letting them bleed
—syrups and statics—
messy...

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Mockingbird Milling Around

Had heard a mockingbird milling around
Who was making such a melodious sound;
Looked line one I had seen in a library book
And had been beside a beautiful brook.

A while for him would often have waited
And seemed so sleepy like he was sedated
Before bursting forth...

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It was exciting and thrilling 
To see the stadium filling
Though the day was a’chilling
People around were soon milling

Like pickles in jars sagely dilling
Notice that the Jacks were a’Jilling
Poets in attendance were quilling
Blue jays and cardinals were trilling...

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