Two poems



sore

when transplanting seedlings, the sexy
young-man works in the nude,
out behind the greenhouse,
among the shards of broken flower pots,
his naked toes amongst the old silt of sifted peat moss.
sexy young-man working in the nude
carefully transplants the small seedlings
into the next-stage pots, bits of
fertile soil on his chest and nipples
and spilling into his navel and pubic
hair and darkening the tip of his
smooth pink cock-head -- he works
and works and transplants and
transplants out there behind the
greenhouse. when he gets thirsty,
he stops and takes a drink out
of the nozzle of the slinky green
hose. then he squirts himself
off and washes away all the clinging
bits of soil, and he stands there
wet, shiny, and
the whole thing -- the complete
image, everything, him, the
seedlings, the sifted peat moss snuggled
at his toes, his broad smooth
sweaty back, the nozzle
of that big green hose pressed
to his lips, his freshly-washed
but previously soil-darkened
cock-head -- it's all so
sexy that the ornaments surrounding
the fish pond,
statues of big-busted mermaids
and goat-footed fawns,
wriggle, flex, and
ask him for favors;
he never says no.
they only really want
a good scrubbing -- so much
moss and algae clinging
to their perpetually
wet surfaces,
but he always gives
them more than that.
never complains, either.
never. well,
maybe every now and then,
when he's feeling
cranky, sad, and
just plain
lost.

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

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great expectations, marvelous

hydrogen lifted the big dirigible up into the air
and there it hung, just kind of drifting.
then lightning struck it, and the hydrogen
exploded, and the dirigible burst into flames,
and fell howling and groaning to the earth.
**
meanwhile, on the other side of the planet,
a sexy big-dicked naked boy stood kissing
his sexy big-dicked naked boyfriend.
their dicks were so hard and both of the
sexy naked boys were so excited,
that they both
spurted cum all over each other's
bellies, even though they
weren't quite ready for that to
happen yet.
**
the oranges sitting on a table
in a kitchen in vermont were
growing mold. it was blue.
it looked like blue frost
on the orange skins of
that bowl full of molding oranges.
**
somewhere in florida, a normally
gentle husband woke up from
his nap and fucked his wife
rather stridently, even though
she'd have rather not
been fucked at that particular
time in her life.
**
i mixed 25 drops of miracle-gro with
approx 1 quart of water yesterday, and watered
the ivy plant that's been
growing in our house
for over 10 years. it's
a beautiful ivy plant,
and i like it a lot.
i always water it with
miracle-gro and water.
it seems to love that
combo. its leaves are
dark green, and it grows
so fast, i have to trim
it frequently.
**
once upon a time,
i was 18 years old, and
i lived for 3 months
as a patient
in a mental hospital.
**
apples are never
actually really totally "red" --
that's something
you'll only find
in a paint store.

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