What's it all about, (Alfie)?

smegma
a young man's testicles
water polo
wine, whiskey, and beer

turtles
global climate change
micro-plastics

ejaculations
semen
winter snows
a box of raisin bran

money
lack of money
tight t-shirts
a sexy naked man with a hardon

sleeping late
eating fritos
fast cars
milking cows

a ton of homework
frat-house all-male orgies
drinking too much
the rarity of solar eclipses
lunar landing sites

jizz-soaked kleenexes
a teenage boy's 2-hour masturbatory sessions
wasted time
time well spent
hopes
dreams
fantasies

What's it all about?
Alfie?
Do you know?
put on your pants
eat a healthy breakfast
maybe go for a walk

a tight healthy pink anus
uplifting literature
dada
martian sunsets

the time of your life
maybe it was yesterday
maybe it's today

coffee
21-yr old male gymnast
legs spread
penis dangling then jutting

a cup of sliced apples
with cinnamon

dust
sneezes

warm conversations

alfie, you know
don't you
you were always
a good man
to tell my
secrets to

even the one
about what
we did in
the woods
together, naked,
the moon a warm
silver disk,
we watched it,
while drenched in
our cum

the aroma
of a jillion
orgasms
or maybe
just 8, then
we lost count

math is important

school days
the tennis team
all those tawny boys
the solid whapping sound
of all those balls

what's it all about?
alfie?
old movies
new movies
green the color
of bathroom tiles
spattered with
lavender-scented shampoo

inhale the memories
the taste of
beer-infused saliva
yucky, but
not really

eating pizza
making decisions
changing your mind

tangerines

tiny pickles
big cucumbers

dress for success

for some, dressing
for success means
wearing nothing but
your speedos,
dark blue, bulging
where we all like
to see speedos bulge

willow trees on
a warm sunny day, their
slender leaves
shimmering in the summer
tandemness of
dreams and
pouts, the angst
of restlessness,
the mirrors
of pretty cicadas,
screaching their
mating songs
until they can't.

water balloons
dropped from a
great height,
go splat
with a sense
of humor.

and humor,
as everybody knows,
is what makes
the burnt edges
of over-toasted toast
just a little
bit funny.

a wad of kleenexes
soaked with the freshly
spurted cum of a big-dicked
handsome teenage boy

it's the perfume the
world is thirsty for

smells good don't it, alfie?
smells sweet, and
gently ferocious,

feral
yet domesticated

sometimes the command
to spurt cum
cannot
will not
be ignored

the geysers of virtue
the fountains of Fontainebleau

mercy!

merci


--Carl Miller Daniels (November 17, 2023)