where

sexy big-dicked boys generally
have no idea where all that jacked-off
cum of theirs eventually goes.
they think, perhaps, of sewer pipes,
traschcan liners,
garbage dumps.
i like to think it ends up
in distant little
nooks and crannies of
outer space, crystallized,
pure.
there's a feeling of extreme
purposefulness about
this astral neighborhood.
all
that jettisoned cum
spurted out with so much zeal.
passion buzzing about
the place like
opera, or punk
rock.

--Carl Miller Daniels (September 23, 2010)