pollen lampshades

"in the kingdom of
the banana milkshakes," says
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy, wandering
the
pungent mango-scented aisles
of the all-natural supermarket,    
"we must accept only the finest."  and,
as the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
wanders the aisles in
the kingdom of juice and
pain, insanity waves its
dismissive arms, and anxieties
scatter like bluebirds.  "oh let us manufacture more
organic pumpkin pies," says the
sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy,
"for paradise is but a pineapple stellar aspiration to
be gently inhaled," he says,
as store management becomes aware
of the naked boy situation there in aisle 6,
their vocal cords buzzing like
buttery bumble bees, the gently
extracted nectar of the exclusively
grown elusive organic pomegranate
the only vaguely subtle road to
all that sweet jesus honey.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem first appeared in Chiron Review, Issue #103, Spring 2016.  It also appears in my book String Bean.)