for example, you just might have a big fuzzy
parallel universe coconut in your very own bed

supposedly,
parallel universes are universes that exist right on top
of this one.
right on top of me there may be,
at this very minute and entirely unbeknownst to me,
a tall cute naked parallel universe
man with the tip
of his great big cock snuggling in my ear.
or right this minute there may be a parallel
universe train with a huge 400 quadzillion ton
locomotive traveling through your chest.
or there may be crisp pungent red apples falling languidly
off a tree right through the top of your head and
landing in your feet.
this parallel universe concept thing is a real riot.
every once in a while when you think you
hear someone talking and no one is there,
every once in a while when you feel a cold chill
and there's no window open and no air conditioner
running and no fan running, maybe it's something
really powerful wild strong magnificent going
on in the parallel universe, maybe a hurricane
or a typhoon or 5,000 of the handsomest young
men in the whole parallel universe going at it
in one big oily orgy of hot athletic homoerotic sex
or a city is collapsing under the trauma of
a point 99 parallel universe earthquake, for a moment
you feel someone is talking, or a cool
breeze moves across your ear lobe,
you stand up and look around, and settle
back down to some more moments
of uneasy boredom, the tv barking at
you nastily like a spoiled little overfed dog.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem also appears in my book Shy Boys at Home, published by Chiron Review Press way back in 1999.)