Two poems



clorox bleach

the twin boys had been having sex with each other
longer than they could remember.
perhaps they'd first sucked each other's dicks
inside their mother's womb.
they'd grown up sexy slender and gorgeous, and
all through high school they'd
done it: had secret sex with each other.
and, all through college,
it had been easy since they
were roommates in the dorm, and
then, in their own apartment.
they'd never "cheated" on each other,
never had sex with anyone else.
sometimes, after a particularly
tough academic week in college,
exam week for example,
well, the weekend following
that, they spent that entire
weekend in bed, "recuperating
thru recreation," having every
kind of sex with each other
that they'd ever had, and adding
in a couple more variations, as well,
"for extra fun."
**
then,
after college, they got
jobs in the same city,
and lived together,
and continued having sex
with each other all the time,
until, one day, seemingly
out of the blue,
one of the twins
said it should stop.
it was "just wrong."
they had a brief discussion,
and,
it was decided that they
would continue living together,
but would no longer have
sex with each other.
**
their world turned dark
and stormy. alone in
their now-separate beds, they cried
themselves to sleep nearly
every night.
**
finally, the twin who
had initiated the "no-sex" rule
moved out,
and left his twin brother all
alone.
**
as the century ended, and
trees everywhere began dying
of intense and
vicious insect infestations,
the sexy twin boys
continued their lives alone,
full of shame,
confused about the
guilt, lonely for
each other's arms, dicks,
asses,
the taste of each other's cum.
**
finally,
when they both thought everything
looked pretty much hopeless,
one weekend
they had a major "slip-up"
in the shower of their suite in
a major hotel. after, their
eyes shining like
four super-nova stars,
they said
to each other, and quietly, too,
just to heck with everything,
and moved back in together,
and
quietly lived,
life.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem also appears in my book Saline, published by Interior Noise Press in 2014.)


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krebs cycle no ez A

"i masturbate a lot and i've never
masturbated alone in my
entire life," the masturbator-guy suddenly says to tex.
**
the masturbator-guy is real good-looking, too.
**
"oh yeah?" says tex, nervously.
tex is not exactly bad-looking himself.
they are in tex's college dorm room at the time,
studying microbiology.
**
"yeah," says the masturbator-guy. "even when i was just
starting out, i never masturbated alone.
always wanted to do it with somebody else around.
like now, for instance."
**
"er," says tex. "um," adds tex.
**
masturbator-guy whips out his cock,
starts masturbating. "we'll get back to studying
right after," says masturbator-guy.
**
"um," says tex. "um." tex is
nervous, and seems creeped-out. but tex doesn't look away.
**
soon, masturbator-guy goes off like
a rocket. sitting there in the chair right across from tex,
masturbator-guy whips off his shirt right before,
and then mops up his chest and belly
with a glob of kleenexes which
he then drops into tex's trashcan. so wet it goes "plop".
**
tex watches everything.
**
"your turn," says masturbator-guy. "and actually,
the idea is to jerk off at the SAME time i'm
jerking off."
**
"er," tex says. "this is too weird for me.  let's
just get back to studying, ok?"
**
masturbator-guy zips up and puts his shirt back on.
then he and tex do get right back to studying.
"next time, you'll join in," says
masturbator-guy. "you'll see."
**
turns out masturbator-guy was right
about a whole lot of things that semester.
**
-- both he & tex eventually making
so much cream you'd think they were trying to answer
all the cumulative coffee prayers of the tired &
hungry masses.
**
at starbucks, they always chuckled. they didn't
take coffee back to tex's room, but
they could've, if they wanted.
**
next semester, the history of science.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem also appears in my book Riot Act, published by Chiron Review Press in 2010.  The poem was first published in Zygote in My Coffee, Issue #68, October 2006.)