Three Poems

by Alex M. Frankel

Love Grindr Day Night

Ur mom’ll like me but ur neighbors won’t, no fems please. Negative on PrEP.  /  Talk to me if you have a face.  Must have prior knowledge regarding the acronym FTM. Kinky = Complete turn off and will get no reply. Asians only.  /  Pretty bored. Checking things out while wife sleeps  /  any gamers here? virgin, pliable, passive, I am the deli case at your waffle house  /  Open to making new smoke buddies. Have a open mind and a ice cold heart. Age 22 height 5’10  /  79 male Palmdale here, hairless bottoms hmu, pls no one over 21  /  Don’t be pressed, Priscilla. I just want to get to know someone who wants to drink a couple of blue moons and eat a burger while talking about our political and economic views.  Height 5’1” weight 200 lbs.  /  You would’ve liked my wife’s body  /  Shy and timid Jesus is my savior nice guy here. Height 5’10”.  / Cool guys, buena comunicación, badass música,  ¿dónde tá la fiesta?  /  Dennis Cooper, gym, rimming, R&B, horror, Body Rolls, Gregg Araki, actor, miyazaki, Sarah Kane, kink, Unbridled Sexual Deviancy, linguistics, björk, cuddling,  pseudointellectual arthouse films. Negative on PrEP.  /  No pics no reply. Make me feel good and you will get my full attention. Height 5’11” body type above average.  /  I no like to sad one look me, a gond to meet  /  Don’t start a conversation with me if you can’t keep up. Be straightforward with your intentions. Be young. Black and brown only.  /  Masc/Athletic seeking old doods. Negative on PrEP.  /  Clean dick here & plan to keep it that way. I shouldn’t have to ask for a photo.  /  pretty chubby guy so if that bothers you then die. Age 19.  /  Nietzsche in the streets, Dostoyevsky in the sheets. Age 25. /  Graduated with a degree in Biotechnology/Microbiology with a minor in Chemistry. Eat your heart out. / Looking for professional, smart dudes with a hint of sluttiness. Constantly exploring.  /  don’t message me if you’re fem, fat or old.  /  Need to be bullied, maduro gordo y buena onda   /  I know where I stand. I ain’t cute or fit, trust me. I won’t send a face pic to not hear back from you.  /  TALL guys to the front of the line. NOT LOOKIN FOR NOTHIN SERIOUS.   /  if u say “raise up lights” it sounds like you’re saying “razor blades” with an Australian accent.  /  I no like to sad one look me, a gond to meet  /  mediocre mildly attractive white men are my kryptonite.  /  Tell me there is a body living for me  /  Hey Jerome Pure Player, the chili’s in the slow cooker!  /  I Am the Bloody Nose of the Teppanyaki Merchant  /  Love sports, though I have no coordination, music though I cannot sing, and trying new things, though change terrifies me. Negative on PrEP.  NPNC  /  DL guy chit chatting and enjoying life. Hit me up. Hard breeder here into nerds  /  Tell me there is a body living for me  /  Time to talk to my crotch and give it some self-esteem  /  don’t judge me cuz I’m on this app, hella DOWNLOW. THIS IS A ONE TIME THING.  /  if you’re not trans and you message me ima be rude as fuck and mean cause some of you clearly cant read TRANS ONLY TRANS ONLY TRANS ONLY  /  Suicide is painless, it brings on many changes  /  You real?  No PNP, no dirty people, no mean people, no Asians please.  /  I tend to gravitate towards smart men have a face pic or send one if I don’t reply get the clue.  /  tell me there is a body living for me  /  Poz and masc here if you want to know. You be too.  /  Piss pig here. Can you imagine how hot I’d be if I ate right and took care of my body?  /  I’m okay with just hanging out at my place. FYI Don’t argue with me My IQ is higher than most of you. You’ll end up losing.  /  Who are you kidding? Even Judge Judy knows why we’re here. If you’re not interested, don’t get all huffy and just block me, all right? / Somebody help me get rid of these scabs  /  Tell me there is a body living for me  /  Somebody talk to me  /  I live in a town where they never roll out the sidewalks  /  Tell me there is a body living for me  / Tell me there is a body living for me  /  Best throat ever, lets vibe, versatile, neg on PrEP, vaccinated for COVID-19, monkeypox, meningitis, shingles, Ebola, influenza, lockjaw, hepatitis B, anthrax, yellow fever and bubonic plague, open to cuddling, rough stuff, car play and kink. You be too.

Bits of Him Still Flow Out of Me

The day of our meat mass 

I heard the sun rise,

it rose like a shipwreck

creaking as it fought off the sea. 

Kongsak Weerawetkaporn: 

our day of shanks intertwined.  

I was happy 

until I looked in a mirror

but went on climbing the steps to his dorm.

Kongsak: his skin raging with inkwork, 

Kongsak: unique and popular Kongsak, 

I wore my wedding hair for him, Kongsak, 

in his skateboard- and sweat-stuffed room.

For an hour I lived in his tongue, lips, teeth, nips, navel 

for an hour he shared calves, Adam’s apple, 

college hair made of cyclones.  

I lived for and in him, knowing he would win, and knowing why. 

His tongue made out hard and drilling 

and chewing at me almost mad— 

And if I had kissed his liver 

and if I had kissed his heart direct?   

But at 6:37 he kicked me out. 

I heard the moon rise like a charwoman’s laughter. 

All night I wandered and tried to find help.

I had dragon wings, pork, sponge cake and oil,

but Kongsak’s head adorned with his face…  

it swirled and savaged me.   

I devoured groceries and eggs, 

ate our wedding cake, Kongsak’s and mine. 

I heard abominations of laughter, 

stumbled town to town 

my beard going grey, then white,

and growing longer with every mirror I passed.

Forty-nine years later, and still 

chunks of Kongsak, iced and creamy, 

drip from my ceiling and walls.

Erin Celeste Norell Says I’m Her Favorite Unknown

But hasn’t she heard about my chatroom fan base?

My webcam show entices a grateful crowd,

Over a hundred seventy-five viewers per night

Mostly Colombian hookers who send good thoughts

Tus huevitos y tu verga son muy lindos

And they are and it is, especially for my age

Soon to be on Medicare and hoping to get to 110

With the physique of a teen in his prime.

Oh, Erin, I may have few readers but I’ve got viewers

And they pay me, they adore me, I fulfill them,

Goza, goza, goza, goza, goza, goza, goza,

But the other night SlimJimShady101 tipped me 900 tokens

To watch me climax and lo and behold

After an hour of heavy buildup not a drop leaked out,

Fans shouted they were ready to report me

Which would mean a warning or a ban.

I did a quick search: retrograde ejaculation,

Must have been the Flomax

And what are those things growing on my thigh,

What is that low-grade pain in my abdomen,

Is it a peptic ulcer or pancreatitis finally

After decades of out-of-control triglycerides.

Dear Lord, heal my atypical ejaculation if it be thy will

And get me to 110, thy will not mine be done,

And get my puppy to 30 please, God, I need him so much.

BIO: Alex M. Frankel is a Southern California writer. His full-length collection, Birth Mother Mercy, came out with Lummox Press in 2013. His work has appeared in the Cider Press Review, the Ilanot Review, the Antioch Review and the Comstock Review, among other publications.