Edvard Munch, The Sun, 1912 (via trulyvincent.com)

Adolph Dietrich, Bouquet of Sunflowers with Brimstone Butterflies, 1943  (via trulyvincent.com)

Rene Magritte, The False Mirror, 1952 (via trulyvincent.com)

triton the magnificent

the sexy young man has spent the
day with his friends.  they are
all inside now, and he is
out here in his own back yard,
all alone. it is a hot summer evening.
now, while he's out here in
his back yard,
his friends are inside his house,
drinking beer and watching television.
and, for this moment,
he's here, alone in the back yard,
drinking beer from a
sweaty brown bottle.
he's felt lonely before,
but nothing like this,
as the evening falls,
and
the first goddamn star
peeks out like
a silver button,
on a lost coat,
that he wore in
the winter,
on the coldest
day of them all.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem "triton the magnificent" also appears in my book Be Kind to Strangers, published by BareBackPress in 2015. And "triton the magnificent" first appeared in Chiron Review, Issue 97, Autumn 2014.)

review

the magenta green nature of the ice
on the smooth slick pond
belied the true nature of
what was being covered up:
the body that floated beneath
in a kind of cold-induced lullaby:
naked, male, young, pink.
it was shocking, really,
the calm tranquility of his
expression under that smooth
slick ice. when he opened
up his eyes and pushed his
fist through the covering,
shattering it, banishing
the tranquility, and climbed
out onto the surface shivering
and shaking like a big blonde
dog, easily 6 feet from
top of head to sole of foot,
it was apparent
that the approval level
of the audience went way up,
and the geiger counter readings
shot through the roof. after
all that, the triumph
of the naked, the ascension of the young
and the eerily sexily beautiful --
it's what they all wanted, really,
deep down inside their dark little
barely-beating hearts.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem also appears in my book Gorilla Architecture, published by Interior Noise Press in 2011.)

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 first appeared in The Commonline Journal, February 9, 2015.)

Assorted images from various places -- includes getting-fucked guy with great expressive face; Chris Pine