Two poems



restful restlessness

when the gruel trickled down his throat,
he thought of second-semester spanish,
and the fruit flies that hovered over
his bananas. tall and lanky, with
a nice face, and a big smooth dick,
he wasn't really a fan of gruel,
but, the old-fashioned nature
of the word appealed to him, as
the stuff slowly trickled down
his throat, and the terror
of second-semester spanish
splashed around inside his
brain, and the fruit flies
hovered over the sanctity
of his perfectly ripe bananas.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem appeared in Chiron Review, Issue 92, Autumn 2010.)

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now, please.

clamp it shut before it bleeds out.
plug it up before it leaks out.
hold it in.
don't let it flow.
don't cum.
don't shit.
don't piss.
don't dribble.
don't drool.
keep that stuff right where it is.
don't vomit. that's right, swallow.
hold that stuff in!
**
sexy stream-lined naked little pete
squatted on his sexy
sinewy haunches in the sunny woods,
doing all of the following:
shitting, pissing, spurting cum,
drooling, sneezing, and sweating. then,
sexy stream-lined naked little pete
rammed his index finger down
his throat, and vomited.
then,
sexy stream-lined naked little pete
cut the
back of his hand
with a sharp rock,
and bled.
when he
stopped bleeding,
he smiled,
stood up,
farted,
and walked
cheerfully away.
**
so there.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem appeared in Chiron Review, Issue 92, Autumn 2010.)