Two poems



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"i masturbate a lot and i've never
masturbated alone in my
entire life," the masturbator-guy suddenly says to tex.
**
the masturbator-guy is real good-looking, too.
**
"oh yeah?" says tex, nervously.
tex is not exactly bad-looking himself.
they are in tex's college dorm room at the time,
studying microbiology.
**
"yeah," says the masturbator-guy. "even when i was just
starting out, i never masturbated alone.
always wanted to do it with somebody else around.
like now, for instance."
**
"er," says tex. "um," adds tex.
**
masturbator-guy whips out his cock,
starts masturbating. "we'll get back to studying
right after," says masturbator-guy.
**
"um," says tex. "um." tex is
nervous, and seems creeped-out. but tex doesn't look away.
**
soon, masturbator-guy goes off like
a rocket. sitting there in the chair right across from tex,
masturbator-guy whips off his shirt right before,
and then mops up his chest and belly
with a glob of kleenexes which
he then drops into tex's trashcan. so wet it goes "plop".
**
tex watches everything.
**
"your turn," says masturbator-guy. "and actually,
the idea is to jerk off at the SAME time i'm
jerking off."
**
"er," tex says. "this is too weird for me.  let's
just get back to studying, ok?"
**
masturbator-guy zips up and puts his shirt back on.
then he and tex do get right back to studying.
"next time, you'll join in," says
masturbator-guy. "you'll see."
**
turns out masturbator-guy was right
about a whole lot of things that semester.
**
-- both he & tex eventually making
so much cream you'd think they were trying to answer
all the cumulative coffee prayers of the tired &
hungry masses.
**
at starbucks, they always chuckled. they didn't
take coffee back to tex's room, but
they could've, if they wanted.
**
next semester, the history of science.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem also appears in my book Riot Act, published by Chiron Review Press in 2010.  The poem was first published in Zygote in My Coffee, Issue #68, October 2006.) 

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better pounce on it

when climbing the mountains with goats,
expect to wake from your dream
with the scent of musk clinging to
your pubic hair, the oily hair
of nannies and billies
having left a bit of residue
behind on your skin,
your fingertips,
your flared-out protesting nostrils.
you will not like these
smells clinging to you,
and the scent of
goats high in the mountains
was much more goat, and
much less mountain,
than you'd expected.
**
as the cattle cross the
road deep in the country,
and you sit there waiting
for them to hurry
up and get across, you
ask yourself why
you went for this drive
in the country in the
first place. you're in
unfamiliar territory here.
perhaps you're even lost.
the cattle take
their time, and
when finally a farmer
at the end of the line
shoos the last cow
on across, and waves
a friendly enough little
wave at you,
you are so glad
to be on your way,
that you almost
forget where you're
on your way back to.
**
later that night, sitting
down to dinner with your family,
you suddenly want to
see your
sexy teenage son completely naked,
and are almost about to
suggest that he take off his clothes,
then and there, and
show you, and everyone there,
what is surely his great big smooth
dick,
when
you stop those words,
and fill your mouth with
mashed potatoes, instead.
everyone looks at you a bit
funny,
and no, it's not just
your imagination.
**
adrift, the sky down
below you is filled with
birds -- crows, and sparrows,
and every size in between.
it's peaceful here.
you want to stay.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem also appears in my book Be Kind to Strangers, published by BareBackPress in 2015. Before that, it appeared in BareBack Magazine, September 2014.)