lawrence

the miracle of boredom is that it sometimes
begets creativity.
and masturbation.
and, on really good days, creative masturbation.
for instance, today the sexy big-dicked teenage boy
stirs himself from his boredom and
strips himself naked and paints his
nipples red with a tube of red lipstick.
then, what the heck, he paints his
scrotum red, too,
with the same tube of lipstick.
**
the house is empty. he is all alone.
**
so there he stands, in front of
his big bedroom mirror, totally naked,
his nipples painted red,
his scrotum painted
red, his big dick hard and
smooth and throbbing.
then he jerks off with
a few fast well-paced pumps of
his fist, and
it's off to the
shower with him, where
he discovers it takes LOTS
of soap and water to
remove lipstick.
information that
may be prove useful
some day, he supposes.
**
he hums a while
in the shower,
a new tune, one
that he's just now
made up.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem also appears in my book Gorilla Architecture, published by Interior Noise Press in 2011.)