Two poems

 

 

 

the dignity of cloth napkins

the sexy naked big-dicked boys are
out roaming the forests. their eyes are
praeternaturally bright and their teeth
are so white that they're dazzling.
the sexy naked big-dicked boys attack
wild animals and tear them into pieces and
swallow them raw. they are having the
time of their lives, these sexy naked
big-dicked boys, roaming around
wild and wild-eyed, taking what they want.
nothing can stop them.
after a successful day in which they
fell 3 deer and 2 wild pigs, as well as an elk, a moose,
and a mountain lion,
the sexy naked big-dicked boys
are lounging around beside a stream,
all of them masturbating
while they eat,
their big dicks hard
and throbbing and
periodically spurting out
big gooey plumes of hot runny cum.
then, after dining
and spurting cum,
a relatively peaceful mood hovers about the place,
and they settle down for conversation.
the sexy naked big-dicked boy who's
kinda in charge tonight -- they took a vote -- he also happens
to be the cutest guy there -- maybe effected the outcome
of the vote, maybe not -- anyhow, this guy gets to  
select the topic for this evening's
discussion.  when he announces it is "the history
of bipolar disorder and its treatment," at first
everyone has a real good chuckle, until they
realize he's goddamn serious.
then, out come the textbooks,
and it's right down to business.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem also appears in my book String Bean.)

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fingernails

two shy sexy big-dicked teenage boys are talking.
the first shy sexy big-dicked teenage boy
says, "if i ever get to name a band, i'm
calling it 'secret nipple'".
"secret nipple?" says the second shy sexy big-dicked teenage boy.
"yeppers," says the first shy sexy big-dicked
teenage boy. "i'm calling that band 'secret nipple'".
"secret nipple," says the second shy sexy big-dicked teenage boy.
"secret nipple.  secret nipple.  secret nipple. i think that's
a GREAT name for a band," he adds.
the two shy sexy big-dicked teenage boys sit there,
nodding at each other, grinning.
one shy sexy big-dicked teenage
boy takes off his shirt. then the other shy
sexy big-dicked teenage boy
takes off his own shirt.
they sit there staring at each other's nipples.
they each have little teeny-tiny nipples. in fact, their
nipples are so small,
so pink, that the nipples are almost not even there.
"secret nipple," they both whisper to each other,
as the warm breeze licks their smooth tender skin.

--Carl Miller Daniels