what i know

i know about my dick
i know about some other dicks too
i know that when i see a guy's picture somewhere
and i say whoa this is a really REALLY great-looking guy that
a lot of people will agree with me
i know about being 44 yrs old
i know about being all the other
yrs old before that and 44 doesn't
exactly seem like the best age to be
i know about seeing my own poems in some cool zines
i know that it doen't always feel really good or really awful
or anything real extreme just oddly sad and
a little hot at the tips of my ears when i see my own poems
in print
i know that this poem sounds a little like
it might turn out to be crap but sometimes
it's hard to tell definitively what's crap
and what's not so ya gotta have a little patience
i know that one of the most beautiful things on
the planet is a lean lithe athletic boy who is
lying naked on his back on his bed
furiously stroking his great big cock
i know about bitching and moaning and groaning because
i do a lot of it
i know about bullshit because it's everywhere (gasp,
even here?)
i know about bourbon because i've tasted it once or twice (under-
statement i know about too)
i know about semen because i've seen a
lot of it and since i also know about honesty i know i should
tell you that a lot of the semen i've seen is my own
sometimes i even know
when to shut the hell up
but goddamn sometimes
i just don't
and as i try desperately to wind this thing
down, i'm wondering exactly
what that great-looking
movie star sexy boy/man Leonardo DiCaprio looks
like naked, he's rather skinny but
he's tall and has nice wide shoulders and
a nice little butt and
god what a wonderful face and
i suspect his great big cock
really is
i don't know that though, that's just a guess

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem appeared in Lucid Moon, February 1997.)