Two poems



distressing

after a long cold winter
a cute boy
on a warm day
takes off all his clothes
and lies down naked
on his back
in the sunshine in a
secluded woodland clearing.
he has a big smooth erection.
he wants to touch it
but is determined not to.
he thinks he's already
done entirely enough
of that kind of thing
during his life, thank
you --
his hands are
clasped
behind his
neck
he stares
determinedly
up at the
bright blue sky and
when his
cock jounces and spurts
cums all
by itself
he softly
says
"damn"

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem appeared in Chiron Review, Issue #64, Spring 2001.)

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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.)