the cruikshank of debilitation lends
itself to a perversely-smattered spatter
of reason, amorphous dreams
of misspent youthful indiscretion,
the wind in the willows sings
of “strip & fuck” while the
textbooks say study aristotle, and
prometheus lifts his muscular
arms to reveal
his torrid turgid cum-spurting
dick, the vulture that
gnaws out his liver
dripping bilious ooze from its
delicately hooked beak.
**
when the grass turned a brightly
delicate pink of green
in the forced warmth of
spring, the blue-eyed
big-dicked boy found himself
weeping at darn near
anything, spurting cum
at the drop of a
hat, and swallowing
honeysuckle nectre and bee’s wax
cascade until he was
kissed passionately on the
lips by his best friend gregory,
and the two of them lay
in bed together for 3 days
solid and touched each other
in every way possible, sexual
carnal and spiritual emotional,
love was the sticky essence
of palpitory delight, and
glucose-fructose the
gooey projectile sustenance
of raw rampant gustatory
need.
–Carl Miller Daniels