Two poems



god what a pretty day

the scene on the roof is as follows:
jeff naked and tanned all over and looking
like a calvin klein model except that
he is lying on his back and you can
see all of his great big cock perfectly
it is not hidden in some artsy way by the
angle of his body or the angle of some
camera you can see the whole
great big beautiful cock
jeff has his eyes closed and he is kind of
sleeping, kind of fondling the head of
his cock deciding
leisurely whether or
not he wants to jerk-off
out here on the roof
or not
he is leaning toward yes,
and just before
he does decide yes,
just before he shoots big messy wads
of hot slathery semen all
over his nice tanned belly,
a small private plane flies over,
it is a two seater, and
the passenger, a stuffy
business man who reeks
of aftershave, looks down
and thinks he sees a naked
man on the roof jerking off,
and the stuffy business man
stares down down down as
jeff spurts cum and spurts cum and
spurts cum, it is a
hot day, jeff is sweating, jeff is
gasping with pleasure, jeff is
a bit astonished & delighted that he
is spurting yet more spurts of cum, and
then more spurts of cum, and then more
wonderfully incredible good and gushy spurts
of thick creamy cum out the still-tingling head of
his great big smooth thick cock, the
stuffy business man blinks
and clears his throat and
looks down far far below
as the plane moves away,
the sound of its engine
growing smaller and
smaller and smaller,
jeff sighs deeply, grabs
a big towel
and slowly wipes himself off with it,
the sun is hot on his
naked skin, his big cock
is still mostly erect,
and the airplane is a tiny
noiseless speck in the
deep blue sky, a sparrow,
however, flies right over jeff, and
chirps with extreme
cheerfulness a wonderful
little sparrow melody,
as if
it has some idea just
how good jeff feels,
jeff licks his
lips, stretches his toes,
he lies there running
his hands all over
his nice panting body,
and the little sparrow
chirps along quite
cheerfully, actually the sparrow
is singing a song that is a world-famous
song in the sparrow
world and the song is entitled simply:
god what a pretty day.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem also appears in my book Shy Boys at Home, published by Chiron Review Press in 1999.)

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twigs and biomorphism-sensitive phosphates

the spontaneous pillow fight
between the two sexy naked big-dicked young men
soon erupted into a battering ram of sex.
then, since the now-tattered-
and-torn pillows had big holes
in them anyway,
the two sexy naked big-dicked young men
decided to just spurt cum all over
them, give them "a
good slimy drenching"
and they took pictures of each other
jizzing those pillows. then, while
looking at pictures of themselves
spurting cum on the pillows,
the two sexy naked big-dicked young men
got so turned on again
that they had another
hour or so of
messy sloppy sex
with particular emphasis
on nipples
and armpits, and tight spaces
between clenched buttocks.
then, the two
sexy naked big-dicked young men
desecrated the
pillows again, as
evening began to fall,
and the room began to get
dark. suddenly there
was a shared moment of
epiphany: the essence
of zoological study
became apparent,
in an instant,
as the rules
of the biology midterm waiting for
them on monday
took on a life
of hairy testicular pouches
as the twists and turns of
inferential insinuation
became twine and twilight
for sweet slithery
metaphysical slime -- the tone of the
crescendo, the pace of the drawl,
perhaps another beer now, just
one though, the certainty of
monday
a bother,
but certainly not a
bleep.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2015)