neighbors

the loud shrill clear wail of the bluegill fetishist
pierced the night.
the bluegill fetishist had aquariums full of bluegills
all over his house.
bluegills in the living room.
bluegills in the study.
bluegills in the bedrooms.
the bluegill fetishist is a cute sexy young man,
attuned to and intrigued by the workings of nature,
especially as epitomized by the beauty and
stockily gracious movements of the north american
bluegill, a sturdy fish with subdued colors
except for the blue spot on each of its gills.
the bluegill fetishist just liked the look
of the bluegills. liked it a lot.
as a cute sexy young man, he could have had
most any human company that he craved.
but the company that the bluegill fetishist craved
was that of bluegills.
aquaria bubbling gently, bluegills moving
gracefully within, the bluegill festishist often roves
from aquarium to aquarium during the night,
naked, his big smooth attractive dick engorged,
throbbing, and, he plays with his dick
in front of each tank, and, when
he finally cums, he makes quite a loud sound, hence...
yet again,
the loud shrill clear wail of the bluegill fetishist
pierced the night.
neighbors wink. some peek in the windows.
some just eat fishsticks right out of the package,
still frozen, like popsicles.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem appeared in Zygote in my Coffee, print issue #6, Winter 2009.)