Two poems

 

 

 

string of pearls

first the bored sexy naked young man
made a ball of masking tape approximately
5 inches in diameter. it was gooey
and sticky and beige in color.
then the bored sexy naked young man
threw that ball of masking tape
against the wall of his bedroom.
the ball of tape sort of stuck
to the wall a couple of times,
but it never really stuck.
**
then the bored sexy naked young man
left the ball of masking tape lying
on the floor of his bedroom
and he went and took a shower
to wash the masking-tape sticky
residue off of his hands.
he had to take a LONG
shower, but eventually
all the masking tape goo
was off of his hands.
**
then, after his shower,
the bored sexy naked young man
took a lot of digital photographs
of the ball of masking tape,
and then he e-mailed those photos
to various people who
he thought of as his
friends, but,
he was fairly sure,
weren't as likely to
use the term "friend"
when thinking about him.
**
after a few hours,
nobody had written back
to thank him for the photos
of the ball of masking tape,
photos, which, by the way,
he considered very very
artistically sound in quality
and execution.
**
so,
the bored sexy naked young man
got drunk and watched porn
and jerked off,
a combo which never failed
to help, but which never
really quite cured, either.
**
ah well, tomorrow
he would try out that pack
of popsicle sticks,
and good ole fashioned
elmer's glue.


--Carl Miller Daniels (September 1, 2010)

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the funny mutability of circumstance

his name is steve. he is
sexy good-looking big-dicked and 18 yrs old.
that empty feeling in the center of
steve's chest was a near
constant--he already felt old and
spent before his time--and here
he stood, now, at the moment,
in his room, deciding what to do.
well, he
felt lost, disenchanted.
bitter.
mean.
he decided to go out for a run.
3 or 4 miles should improve his
attitude, he thought.
so, out the door, and into
the woods on a running trail
he knew. seldom used by
much of anyone else,
though it was freely
available to any and all.
he found a nice even stride,
felt pretty
good as he ran,
the sun dappling his
sexy naked tawny back.
and yet, and yet,
there was this
sadness in his heart,
this certainty of
purposelessness in his own
life, and in the lives
of others.
steve veered off the trail, stopped,
took off all his clothes,
sat down on a big rock,
and started jerking off.
suddenly, from a little
ways up in a nearby tree,
someone spoke these words: "i can help you
with that if you'll let me."
and, down from a limb of that tree
climbed this nice-looking guy,
maybe 19, maybe 20, and naked naked big
hard-dicked naked.
the tree guy stood there,
in front of steve. tree guy's dick is throbbing,
his eyes flashing friendy sexy blue-white heat.
"just sit there," tree guy says to steve,
"and let me jerk you off. you don't have
to do anything at all. just sit there."
instantly, before even speaking himself,
before the tree guy took another step,
steve spurts
out about 20 spurts of hot gooey cum.
then,
atypically,
steve gets this big goofy good-natured
grin on his face,
and says, "um, apparently you're just
a wee bit too late."
tree guy shrugs back good-naturedly,
walks over, his big dick wagging from
side to side.
"you're cute," says
tree guy, "and i'm in no hurry. i'll
bet you can make more. mind if
i sit down beside you, and you and
me talk,
while we wait?"
all this is a bit much
for steve.  steve's never done
anything like this.
everything about this,
spurting cum with somebody watching,
somebody wanting to
jerk him off,
is all outside
steve's range of experience.
steve is just 18. at this moment,
he feel even younger than that.
and, to complicate things,
as steve stares at tree guy and
tree guy stares back, steve
is now, totally, completely,
throw-caution-to-the-wind
and click his heels in the air,
heart-pounding, nose-quivering,
first time in love.


--Carl Miller Daniels (September 1, 2010)