corpuscles

while the Titanic sleeps at the bottom of the sea
and the ruins of Pompeii writhe in the heat
of the noonday sun, sexy naked young men
pair off and engage in heated sweating
sexual activities of the passionate sort,
and birds twitter on branches dotted with
leaves becoming red and crisp in the
still-warm autumn breezes.
**
while the fossilized remains of trilobites
erode their way into human view from the
ancient swirling sea-mists of the Paleozoic Era,
a ba-zillion peaches grow on a million peach
trees and are picked by manual labor, young men
and young women and middle-age men and middle-age
women and old men and old women picking peaches
their days are long and hard and at night
only the young feel like having sex, the others
are just too tired and besides, sex just doesn't
seem as important as it once did, though
everyone takes a certain comfort from the
sounds of youthful energetic fucking
going on in the next room. sometimes people
even peek in the windows.
**
while rocks crumble under the frost and heat
of changing seasons, and bits of crumbled rock
slide down hillsides and wash into
languid muddy streams, on a
hot July day, on the banks of
one of those streams, three
teenage boys strip off all their clothes
and smoke dope and swim naked and then
flop down on the bank to watch each
other jerk off and to comment on the
scent and volume of that gushed gooey cum.
homosexuality doesn't cross their minds,
just the pleasure principle.
**
while the Earth spins and spins and
spins, a 200-year-old tree suddenly
falls over, leaving behind a lacerated
and rotting stump. later that
year, the aroma of that dead tree
and its remaining stump is
musky with the heavy scent of decay
as two half-naked male biology students
from the local university kiss
each other on the lips and
shyly fondle each other's big
bulging genitals through their
tight pants before their pants
are finally shed.
**
while mountains jut their
way out of the ocean and then
very slowly crumble back into the rough waters,
love flourishes among the laughter, and
teardrops fall during the best parts of
the song. and just when you think you
have things figured out, they go and invent
another kind of mayonnaise. someone proposes
using it as a sexually-enhanced flavor. 48 species of
birds go extinct--if only someone were
going to be around long enough to see
what kinds of species show up next. that'd
show em, wouldn't it? sure thing, jim bob--
makes you want to treat that cum of yours
with a little more respect don't it,
'stead of spurtin' it just anywhere, anytime,
any ole warm welcoming place.
**
where there are Wheaties, then there is hope.

--Carl Miller Daniels