Photo by Igor Ovsyannykov on Unsplash
This is how pleasure goes marauding
thinking twenty was happy
thinking faces you won’t believe
wrapped in a smell of hand
looking for a random stranger connected! feel free to type now
reconnecting “Hey”
HumanBacon21 rivets ninety-nine viewers to his cam
won’t show until he gets a hundred more
an hour goes by maybe four
once somebody loved my shoulder slope
my neck and head beyond a shadow
now nights are for roaming cybermiles
visions of skiers dead-faced on their lift
looking for a random stranger connected! type now
sometimes I’m the only one looking at me
thirty-five years of me I mean forty-five
(I mean fifty-five)
HumanBacon21 moans goaded by his strangers
DeafSaudi enters “Anyone disabled?” DeafSaudi leaves
Shawnlovegod enters says he needs a master
“just woke up in a motel
plenty of toys totally alone”
Meow-I’m-a-Cat-LOL takes a look around
types with his pinkie finger
“Used to screw my dad, sigh, but then he moved away”
looking for a random stranger connected!
“How big?” “Into?” “Any French in Sydney?”
EyesOnMe69 wants to know
“What’s the youngest you’ve ever done?”
Scion-Of-Madness types “Someone please hurt me” feel free
“Hij is mooi aardig mannelijk en superknap”
EdwardAddiction enters Sucka-4-Subhumans leaves
“Anyone need help? Any Indians?”
disconnected connected “schönes steifes Schwänzchen”
mice and wires “Any smokers?”
torsos and cams bodies and parts
“I no like to sad one look me”
“Sweet and verbal” “anyone into K9?”
“jejeje pss has de cojer bn riko wee” “anyone need help?”
“I am from Vienna a lovely town”
bodies by the thousands gutted stored processed canned
bright stacks of cybermeat
HumanBacon21 clothed
glued to Final Fantasy XV
attracts an audience of just three
dawn without a sign of day
a time of blindness colors
the teachers of Kathmandu are nodding off
the bents from the chicken factory outside Ciudad Juarez
are nodding off
HumanBacon21 lies welded to his gamepad
Bacon I love you love to sketch you
sketch you running through a flower garden
Alex M. Frankel is a writer living in Los Angeles. His first poetry book, Birth Mother Mercy (Lummox Press) was published in 2013. He's currently working on a memoir provisionally entitled A Birth Mother's Kiss and his website is www.alexmfrankel.com.
