all quiet

the georgian tectonics of the speedo situation
resulted
in lots of sexy naked young men
dipping their dicks in watercolors and then
drawing watercolor pictures of themselves, naked,
hungry, eager for companionship, but,
alas, alone, alone, alone.
**
the dawning of advanced civilization
required
self-understanding, conceptualization
of the meaning
of midnight waking up hot and horny
and eager
for cum-spurting. certainty was sought,
a surcease of sorrow,
but mostly
sexy naked young men who wake up
horny in the middle of the night
just do
what sexy naked young men
have done for centuries:
they tug on their own big hard smooth
dicks until they spurt cum all
alone naked on their backs
in their lonely beds,
or,
they go to the beds of
their fellow sexy naked young
man friends, and, together,
they spurt their cum,
speaking in parables and hyperboles,
of sense and sensibility,
of
puberty vs maturity,
excitement vs the mundane,
as the clock
strikes 1 a.m., and the
stars twinkle like madness
gone public,
the reefers of desire
the plains
of
reason.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem also appears in my book Gorilla Architecture, published by Interior Noise Press in 2011.)