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This is the cover photo of the new issue of Chiron Review. I haven't received my copy of this issue yet, but I think one of my poems is in this issue.  If not this issue, then it'll probably be in the one after that.  Anyhow, I think it's a very cool cover photo. Kind of haunting. Those eyes! The guy in the photograph is Buster Keaton.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"I don't know anybody who doesn't have a fantasy. Everybody must have a fantasy."
--Andy Warhol

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

drinks/drinking/drinkers

 

 

 

 

 

 

firm yet supple

so you're a reasonably good-looking
college freshman on the men's swim
team, and you're standing in
the dorm room of another guy who's on your
swim team and he's
a sophomore and you've both been
drinking and suddenly he turns
on the radio and takes off all his
clothes.  he's standing
there right in front of you
with a big smooth hardon, and
his radio is blaring out a lot of noise.
well, the best remedy for the noise is silence.
it fixes things right up.
and, in this particular situation,
since your brains are both more than a bit addled
by the consumption of more than just a bit
of alcohol of the "Jim Beam" variety,
for that sexy naked men's swim team teammate of yours
who has a hardon and is standing there
naked in front of you,
the best remedy for his great big hardon
is understanding, a sense of compassion,
and a good infusion of empathy.
it's not like your cute sexy naked men's swim team teammate's
hardon is painful to him--don't try to let
him convince you that it is--you've had
hardons of your own and would
rarely ever describe having
one as painful, but you are being
sympathetic here, and you realize
that his having a hardon
is something that is causing
a large portion of his nervous
system to be in a highly activated
state; also, he's probably proud
of his hardon (especially
since he's showing it to you
now), and you suspect he'd like a bit of attention
directed toward it.
commenting on its size, girth, substantiality,
in a favorable way, is never considered to be in
bad taste.
"whoa, nice hardon there, buddy!" is a
reasonably good phrase. could be useful in
this sort of situation.
so your good-looking men's swim team teammate
is standing there
naked in his dorm room with his big hardon,
and he's got a good face, and he's sexy,
and he has a big smooth hardon, and
it's just you and him and a heck
of a lot of noise coming from
his radio.  as mentioned earlier,
the remedy for the noise is silence.
so you turn off the radio.
and that leaves him, and his
great big smooth hardon, and you.
perhaps the remedy for his hardon
is actually something that concerns him
more than it concerns you.
no one says anything. the air itself
crackles with silence.
and when he starts jerking off,
your mind races and you
wonder what the polite thing to do is, and
these thoughts of yours regarding
what the polite thing to do
is now include but are
not limited to:
a) take photographs
b) take off your own clothes and jerk off, too
c) admonish him that you're not gay
d) again admonish him that you're not gay
e) consent to being butt-fucked
f) consent to blowing him
g) express surprise when he unzips your pants and blows you
h) question authority
i) make peace with the universe
j) have some more "Jim Beam"
and as your mind races through thoughts of
this nature, you hear him say "make me another
drink, will you, i'm kinda busy here, got
my hands full as it were, heh heh heh"
so you laugh politely and make him
another drink and when you hand it
to him he smiles charmingly and
says "thank you steven" and
in the morning when you wake
up in his bed and his breath
is kind of sour, you wonder
if you should resist his
kisses, or would that seem rude.
you decide that it would,
so you kiss him back,
but you don't use any tongue. after
all, you've got a spine. time
you used it, or so you reason,
and when he turns on the radio,
it's really really loud,
but you just lay there
and let him blow you.
what the hell. it's sunday morning,
and james taylor has a pretty good voice.

--Carl Miller Daniels (August 17, 2007)

 

 

 

 

 

Reader/looker/book/magazine/photograph/personal letter

 

 

 

 

Be Kind to Strangers, a book by me, Carl Miller Daniels. Be Kind to Strangers is available at Amazon.😊

 

 

 

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