Thursday, December 2, 2021

one-two buckle my shoe

you think any of this makes sense?
that some people bloom and prosper, and
other people wilt and die?
that the fruit punch at a party
for an 18-yr-old sex-god beautiful boy
not only contains alcohol,
but tastes really really good?
that the art created
by a van-gogh wannabee
goes unnoticed and unloved
and finally gets thrown
out with left-over home construction
materials?
you think any of this makes sense?
oh come on now. i suppose
you think it makes sense that someone
somewhere is using
a washboard to mash grapes
for dying sheets
for putting on beds
to be slept in
by sexy naked big-dicked teenage boys?
why do sexy naked big-dicked teenage boys
need to sleep on sheets that have been
dyed with grape juice?  and why must
those grapes have been mashed on
an old-fashioned washboard?
you think any of this makes sense?
that movie that you saw that
made 3 trillion dollars world-wide
is
just as good as
the one that sputtered
out in the first week,
and no one ever saw again,
until it achieved cult status, that
is, and went on to make
a respectable 8 trillion.
and that first movie,
the one that made 3 trillion,
falls into disfavor, and
when people see it at
drive-ins, they're only
interested in having
sex with the person
that they
brought to the drive-in
because they hoped
to have sex in the car with
that person. does it make
any sense that they go to
a movie and then don't watch it
at all? of course you could
say they just want the privacy
of being alone in a car
at a drive-in, and they got
taught that drive-ins are sexy
places to have sex,
and
when, in one of the cars, the
two sexy big-dicked teenage boys
who are in the front seat of that car
unzip each other's pants and
jerk each other off into their butter-drenched
popcorn napkins
during the most exciting part
of the movie, does it
make any sense that
the two sexy big-dicked teenage boys
use popcorn napkins
to catch their jets of cum? no,
not really, but kinda sorta.
listen, you just can't look
for the logic in certain things,
because there is none.
does it make sense that an
asteroid crashed into the earth
and killed all the dinosaurs?
does it make sense that
some people think
the earth is only 6 thousand years old?
when dinosaurs died out millions of
years ago?
summary:
"believing that stuff makes
sense,
just doesn't make sense,"
thinks the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
as he lies on his back alone atop his
bed in the middle of the night,
and tugs on his dick
and tugs on his dick
waiting the moment of orgasm
when the cum goes spurting out
of that tiny little pee hole at the
tip of his great-big dick,
and the origin of the universe
is jellied toast on the back
of a sea turtle,
mermaids singing lullabies
at the top of their lungs.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem also appears in my book Be Kind to Strangers, published by BareBackPress in 2015. The poem first appeared in Hearing Voices: The BareBack Anthology, February 2014.)

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