Two poems 



trouser trout

the broom sedge on the hill moves wildly
to and fro
as flocks of black birds fly over the
flexing shafts of orange.
it is autumn.
the day is warm. also on the hill, very
near its top, and
amongst the wind-whipped shafts of
broom sedge, two sexy naked young men
lie atop
an old musty dark green blanket.
they are
lying on their sides, facing
one another,
and their
hands are all over each
other -- nipples, butts, dicks, balls --
they can't keep their hands off
of each other as
the wind whips the
broom sedge, and
up above, black birds
drift in the wind.
autumn is
in the air, and when the
young men start spurting
cum, the broom sedge moves
to and fro, the black
birds drift above,
and the lips of
the two sexy naked young men
are open wide, sucking in air
as if they couldn't get enough of it,
the flavor of the autumn air,
the wind whipping all around, black
birds drifting above, and, down
below, this blanket, these two
naked young men, their
cum on each other's bellies,
their eyes shiny like dirty books,
the beautiful ones, with
really naughty covers.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem first appeared in Chiron Review, Issue #102, Winter 2015. It also appears in my book String Bean.)


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poe, hawthorne, and melville -- sir!

a sunny spot in the middle of
the woods: there's a stream nearby.
it's making honest-to-gosh babbling sounds
as the sexy naked big-dicked ROTC cadet and
the sexy naked big-dicked american lit major
sit talking to each other.
"here, have some more weed," says
the sexy naked big-dicked ROTC cadet as he
passes the joint over to the
sexy naked big-dicked american lit major.
the sexy naked big-dicked american lit major inhales
deeply. "i'd like to suck you off now," he says.
one thing quickly leads to another,
and, very soon,
each of them freshly sucked off by the other, they
lie there side by side, still naked,
looking up into the big blue sky.
"your cum tastes like old books,"
the sexy naked big-dicked ROTC cadet says to the
sexy naked big-dicked american lit major.
"well, your cum tastes like gunpowder,"
the sexy naked big-dicked american lit major says
to the sexy naked big-dicked ROTC cadet.
"since when have you ever eaten an old book?" says
the sexy naked big-dicked american lit major.
"and since when have you ever eaten gunpowder?"
says the sexy naked big-dicked ROTC cadet.
a moment of silence ensues.
"i guess this means we're in love,
doesn't it?" says the sexy naked big-dicked
american lit major.
"that we are," says the
sexy naked big-dicked ROTC cadet.
"good," says the sexy naked big-dicked
american lit major.
"real good," says the sexy naked big-dicked
ROTC cadet.
when the sun starts to set,
they embrace each other, and
hang on tight, lilac and vinegar,
oil and water, hot like
moon-lit steam.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem first appeared in Assaracus, Issue #3, June 2011. It also appears in my book String Bean.)