reverence for falling stars

two sexy big-dicked teenage boys
are sitting side by side on the
bank of a river.
the water is flowing fast, and smells
kind of like charcoal.
"nice day," says one of
the sexy big-dicked teenage boys.
"yep, nice day," says the other
sexy big-dicked teenage boy.
**
in any contest between land and water,
it's never certain which one is older, and
will outlast the other.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem appeared in The Commonline Journal, April 8, 2015.)