Two poems



greco-roman wrestling

a car in the rain,
with two people inside it -- it is
a dark and gloomy rain, still daylight,
but fading toward dusk.
the driver is a man. the woman is his wife.
rain falls loudly on
their car,
makes the windows appear slick and
almost slimy.
the windshield wipers are on
full-speed.
**
the car moves on through
the rain, and, as the dusk arrives,
the man says "it'll be nice to
be home."  "i'll say," says his wife.
**
it continues raining.
**
the man says something else to his
wife. but the rain is
so loud she can't hear what he said
but she nods agreement anyway.
**
the air in the car
smells wet,
and the rain is
so loud,
the radio is
franz kafka
without the
sardines.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem also appears in my book String Bean, published by BareBackPress in 2018.)

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trends and tendencies

concrete applications of mortar principles by
sexy shirtless big-dicked young men,
the building of a wall, stone by stone,
the sexy shirtless big-dicked young men
lifting stones, and applying mortar
between the stones, building
sexy beautiful rough young wall,
the sunshine on the
broad sexy backs
of
the sexy shirtless big-dicked young men
building a wall of
stones and mortar
and the sweat runs from
the armpits of
the sexy shirtless big-dicked young men
and the sweat drips down
their chests
the sexy shirtless big-dicked young men
build the stone wall
and apply the mortar
and
the sexy shirtless big-dicked young men
talk in gruff, throaty, low and gentle
voices
their
dicks bulge against the fronts
of their trousers
there
in the sunshine
among the rocks and mortar
and the sweat dripping off
hard pointy wet little nipples.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2015)