club soda

"i'll bet mack the knife ate pizza for breakfast,"
says the sweet sexy big-dicked teenage boy to his
hot sexy boyfriend, who was named rauser.
"heck, who knows what the HECK mack the knife ate
for breakfast?" says rauser.
"and who the hell WAS mack the knife?" adds rauser,
"and, furthermore," says
rauser, "just who the hell KNOWS who mack the knife was?"
"we could google that, i'll bet," says
the sweet sexy big-dicked teenage boy to rauser.
"or we could just take off the rest of our clothes
and i could fuck your sweet little ass," says rauser.
they quickly agree on the latter choice, and
while
the sweet sexy big-dicked teenage boy is
getting fucked in the ass by his hot sexy boyfriend rauser,
mack the knife materializes in their bedroom
and takes photographs.
**
turns out he's mack the photographer now.
tries to forget his past.
everyone does.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem also appears in my book Saline, published by Interior Noise Press in 2014.)