Sunday, July 12, 2020

Two poems



twisted hair

the man known as Augustus the Good
put pic-nic tables in all the parks,
and as a result was eternally revered, and even
became known as Augustus the God.
**
many years later, when children were advised
of these facts,
they seemed mildly amused, nothing more.
**
even their parents seemed to have forgotten
Augustus the God, and
the significance of all those pic-nic tables.
**
nobody much went on pic-nics anymore, anyway.
**
but big strapping big-dicked boys,
when they hit the age when fucking was really
the only thing on their minds,
sometimes did use the pic-nic tables
for fucking. spread-eagle on these
Augustan tables, they
took turns fucking and
being fucked by each
other, geysers of
cum, orgiastic
ecstasy.
**
well,
that sorta put the zing back into
pic-nic tables.
**
and Augustus, too.
**
as you might
well
imagine.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem also appears in my book Be Kind to Strangers, published by BareBackPress in 2015.)

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flavor

oh yes, it is indeed possible that Zac Efron is the
sexiest most handsome young man on the planet.
yes, it is indeed possible that every young gay boy,
that every gay teenage boy,
that every gay young man, that every gay 30-something
man, that every gay middle-age man, and that every gay old man
on the planet
who has ever seen even one photograph of Zac Efron or
who has seen Zac Efron act in even one movie
entertains the thought of gently licking
Zac Efron's balls.
and yes,
it is indeed possible that ANYbody on the planet
with any sense knows that
Zac Efron, yes, KNOWS
that Zac Efron is almost excruciatingly attractive,
knows
that Zac Efron is handsome beyond almost
all standard measures of handsomeness,
knows that Zac Efron is
sexy way beyond almost all measures of sexiness.
gay males, straight females, and no doubt
bi males and bi females, too, think
about Zac Efron in terms that are sexual.
some straight males, too, yes males
who know that they are heterosexual, perhaps
nonetheless find themselves thinking
about Zac Efron in terms that are
frankly, sexual. in fact, some heterosexual
males are no doubt disturbed to wake
up in the middle of the night
fresh from a dream involving an imagined Zac Efron
movie and a Zac Efron scene
is which there is full frontal nudity of
a Zac Efron kind.
Most disturbing of all, to these kind
of men, is that whenever they spell
his name, they always spell it
right.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem first appeared in Chiron Review, Issue 86, Spring 2009. It also appears in my book Be Kind to Strangers, published by BareBackPress in 2015.)

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