walrus blood

the weather report calls for the loss of virginity,
the administration of smelling salts,
the particularly pleasant and pleasurable
pantheon of 16 sexy naked big-dicked teenage boys
taking turns fucking each other up the ass.
and, when they suck on each other's dicks,
they only taste the tip. the whole shaft
is just too beautiful.
**
the clouds are fluffy white marvels of
sea foam, suspended in the pale blue atmosphere,
raindrops not even a possibility,
not even a thought.
**
hundreds of thousands of insects
ride the air currents high above
our heads. sometimes they fall
to earth. mostly, though, they
just seem to ride.
**
all alone in his room,
jeff the tall skinny college freshman
tugs gently on his big hard well-oiled penis,
and waits
for the circus of the stars.
when the orgasm happens,
it's practically chimpanzees,
and nearly that furry,
but without all that vocalizing.
chimp vocal sounds,
those pale yellow teeth.
not what jeff was looking forward to,
and certainly not what he expected.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem also appears in my book Saline, published by Interior Noise Press in 2014, and currently available at Amazon.)