One Halloween poem -- and
two "Halloween-ish" poems -- Hope
ya enjoy 'em all -- HAPPY HALLOWEEN!


i think he said his name was "lucky"

for his halloween costume,
the sexy big-dicked young man decided
to go naked. in other words, he decided he'd
"dress up" as a nudist.
this thought amused the sexy big-dicked young man
very much,
and, the first door he knocked on,
a young woman answered.
"trick or treat," said
the sexy naked big-dicked young man.
he held out a little brown paper sack,
and waited for his treat.
the young woman slammed the door in his face.
he turned and walked down the sidewalk.
very soon, a police car showed up.
two cops hurried over to the
sexy naked big-dicked young man,
and one of the cops wrapped a blanket
around him.
"you're under arrest," said the cop who
had wrapped him up with the blanket.
"indecent exposure."
"but it's halloween," said the
sexy naked big-dicked young man,
"and this is my costume. i'm 'dressed
up' as a nudist. get it?"
and then the young man
laughed, quite charmingly.
"yeah yeah," said the other cop. "very funny.
but you're STILL under arrest for indecent exposure."
and so the two cops and the sexy big-dicked young man
who was wrapped up in the blanket
drove to the police station/jail.
they booked the sexy big-dicked young man
and issued him some jail clothes and
put him a cell and told him to
get dressed.
the sexy big-dicked young man
refused. in fact, he threw off the blanket,
and stood there sexy, naked, big-dicked,
with a full horny erection that suddenly looked,
in fact, like it was made entirely out of
bone, and then encrusted with
brittle knobby chunks of tortoise shell.
there then ensued what seemed to be
a general melting and fusing of flesh,
and the creature that
the sexy naked big-dicked young man
had become kicked out the bars
of the cell's window, unfurled
a pair of wings, and flew off into the
starry night-time sky.
"happy halloween," were the parting words
the two cops heard, as the goosebumps
seized them, and covered their
pale municipal flesh.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem was originally published in the book Last Train to Noir City [2010]. It also appears in my book Saline [Interior Noise Press, 2014]. And, it also appeared in The Commonline Journal, October 30, 2015.)



alive

people have wondered about Frankenstein's dick.
not the Dr.  but the Monster.
people have been asking questions about Frankenstein's dick.
people want to know.
people wish Mary Godwin Wollstonecraft Shelley (wife of
Percy Bysshe Shelley) had told them.
about the dick.
about Frankenstein's dick.
people wish she'd have made the story sexier.
people have been clamoring.
forming little garrulous knots and murmuring.
"i wish she'd have told us about Frankenstein's dick" they say.
"i wish she'd have told us."
lying naked on the table, the fully assembled monster had a
big big big big big male member.
she might have said.
the phallus swelled and lifted its phallic head as the rich dark
blood began to circulate through the monster's body.
she might have said.
the first thing the jolt of electricity effected
was the instant turgidity in the monster's male part that caused
it to come to life and
spurt
its white manly liquid instantaneously and copiously, and
fill the room with the scent of tall muscular maleness in all its
musky earthy
overripeness.
she might have said.
but she didn't.
and people have wondered about Frankenstein's dick ever since.
little mumbles of curiosity.
little whimpers of prurient interest.
little shouts and pants and moans
from under their sheets
in thick summer nights.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem also appears in my book Be Kind to Strangers, published by BareBackPress in 2015.)



undomesticated

THIS PLACE IS HAUNTED thinks the
beautiful big-dicked boy, his
big dick as hard as a shiny steel pipe.
chains are rattling in the background.
there are moans and sighs.  a big
dog, more like a wolf, really,
stands shivering in the middle of
the room, blinks,
squints, then trots off into
nothingness. THIS PLACE IS
FUCKING HAUNTED! thinks the
beautiful big-dicked boy. he is
standing naked in the middle
of a big smooth room. there
is a large rumpled bed, and a few
over-stuffed chairs. the light
is dim. he doesn't know
how he got here, why he's
here, how long he's been
here, but his big hot dick
is hard and throbbing, and shiny
like steel, in the strange
phosphorescence of the light,
whose source he is unable
to discern. the room is
just strangely glowing. he
himself is shiny like
metal--beautiful and big-dicked
and horny as hell as chains
rattle, voices moan and groan
all around him, and the big
dog, yes, it is a wolf! no
doubt about it, the wolf
returns, growls, then
breaks into sobs and moans
that sound very much human.
the beautiful big-dicked
boy walks over to the wolf,
pats it on the head, and
the wolf's eyes turn white-hot,
and sugared cherries fall out
of its open mouth. the
beautiful big-dicked boy
bends down and eats,
starving for food,
and company.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem -- "undomesticated" -- also appears in my book Gorilla Architecture, published by Interior Noise Press in 2011.  Before that, "undomesticated" appeared in Thieves Jargon, June 4, 2009.)

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