Two poems

 

 

life on the theory of buckwheat

treating waterfalls with cyanide to control the
fish population is just wrong.
who does that?
someone i'm sure.
someone somewhere on this lovely
planet does that: treats waterfalls
with cyanide to control the fish
population.
what gets into people's heads anyway?
**
this, and other troubled thoughts,
are on the
mind of
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
as he walks around inside his house.
his parents are gone.
he is an only child.
at this moment,
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
would describe himself as "buck naked"
but he's heard other folks use the term
"butt naked" and he wonders which
is actually the correct term. but,
from what he knows of language,
he suspects that "buck naked" is
the proper term, and that it
has somehow been corrupted,
or modified, or idiomized,
to become "butt naked" which
is actually a tangier and earthier
term, charming in both its innocence
and in the hints of its ignorance.
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
smiles. he likes words,
and he likes the way they
get slurried around, shuffled,
and reshuffled, and
wispified to the
tune of an evolutionary
imperative. everything
must change, mustn't it?
thinks the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
as he walks around "buck naked" inside
his house.
**
now, the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
is in his
bedroom, staring into his aquariums.
which word, he knows, can also be
"aquaria", due to its latin origins.
anyhow,
he licks his lips and smiles.
he likes his "fish tanks" (that
took care of that, didn't it!?), and,
as he watches his tropical
fish glide to and fro in
the crystal clear water,
he wonders how anyone
could put cyanide into
a waterfall.
to control the fish population.
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
has sprouted a lovely hardon now,
and,
he tugs on it gently
as he stares at his
tropical fish
and the clear bubbling
water.  when he gets
close to orgasm,
he lies down on
his back on top of
his bed and stares at
the ceiling. he tugs
on his dick some more
and soon, KA-BOOM!,
the orgasm begins
and he spurts cum
and spurts cum and
spurts yet more cum.
hot and gooey,
it coats his sexy naked chest
and his sexy naked belly.
and then,
it is over.
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
lies there on his back,
his chest and belly drenched
with his own hot smelly
cum,
and the aquariums bubble,
and the fish swim to and fro.
"aquaria," thinks
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy.
"butt naked".
the word "semen". whence the
word "cum"?
and that word "jizz"?
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
stands up and looks at himself
in the mirror. the warm goo
starts to dribble down his
chest and belly, toward the floor.
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
looks good. anyone could see that
he looks good.
how good does he look?
and why does he know
he looks good? who taught him
to know that he looks good? who
taught us to know that he
looks good? and, for
that matter,
whence
the origins
of
desire?

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


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recipe for success

the twitchiness of the sauce pan at noon
was matched only by the
jittery half-insinuations of
the two sexy big-dicked teenage boys who
were trying to figure out how to
get into each other's pants.
specifically,
trying to
figure out how to
get each other OUT of their pants.
they were fixing lunch,
frying burgers on the stove,
smoke rising, nostrils flaring,
hunger in their bellies
and hunger in their
sex-zones, which would
be just about every part of
their hot young bodies.
"do you like yours medium
or well-done?" asks
one of the
two sexy big-dicked teenage boys.
the burgers are sizzling.
little droplets of fat rise up into the air, and
then gently explode.
"any way they turn out is fine
with me," says the other
sexy big-dicked teenage boy.
"that's good," said the first
sexy big-dicked teenage boy.
the burgers continue to sizzle.
the two sexy big-dicked teenage boys
move about the kitchen,
bumping into things,
until,
eventually,
lunch is ready and they sit
there eating the burgers
and watching each other's jaw
muscles. "jaw muscles are
the most powerful muscle
in a person's body, i read
that somewhere," says
one of the boys.
"really? how about your dick?"
"the dick's not a muscle," says
the first boy. "entirely
different specialized organ."
jaw muscles contract and
clinch down.
the air smells like
vaporized burger oil,
and
desire.
**
later that afternoon,
the decision is made
to take a shower.
it is suggested that
they shower together.
this suggestion
is accepted.
**
the two sexy naked big-dicked teenage boys
end up sucking on each other's big stiff
throbbing dicks, the hot water nearly
drowning them in the steamy
ardor of their finally giving in to the pent-up urges of
their long-repressed desire.
**
later that night,
in the same bed,
they wonder aloud why
the events of
today
finally happened like
they happened,
when they'd both been
imagining such things
happening,
long before they finally took place.
"our burgers are the best,"
they ultimately decided.
"yep, that's what finally did it: it
was the
aroma of all that
hot juicy flesh."
**
the two sexy naked big-dicked teenage boys
snuggle in deeper under the covers,
touch each other in wondrous
and amazing ways.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2014)