When Grindr Guys Send Me Their Dick Pix
The biggest and smallest are on show;
from slender bananas to thick bricks;
I’ve many a frame-worthy photo
from Grindr guys sending me dick pics.
They’re husbands. They’re fathers. They’re loners.
When I’m feeling sad, it’s a quick fix
to log in and look at their boners.
It’s lovely when blokes send me dick pics.
Sometimes they want wank-offs while skyping.
They never want flowers or picnics.
When I say, ‘let’s meet’, they stop typing.
They often just ask me for dick pics.
Sometimes they will not show their faces.
Sometimes they say girls smell of fish sticks.
Sometimes what they write’s really racist
right after they’ve sent me nice dick pics.
They don’t care about my Bjork LPs.
Sometimes all they want is to click pricks
and share these below-the-belt selfies.
Sometimes their best bits are their dick pics.
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date in delhi
many queers here do not put their faces on grindr
sometimes they use superheroes
batman scowls
black widow winks
sometimes they use pictures of open mouthed tigers
bare teeth
longing tongues
often the image is blank
several lizards are panicking up my hotel walls
one is trying to hide behind the long strip light
but I see the narrow fingers of its statuesque hand
jut out like points of a cartoon explosion
street police have big guns and bigger smiles
it is a good morning sir
when i meet mike our coffee mugs look like egg cups
mike has bold muscles and shares his confident belief
that india will treat its gays like england does now
within the next three years or so
between swallowed shots of scalding latte
i am told to walk carefully
mosquitoes and homophobes are everywhere
i am told to eat carefully
but the confident flow of my fiery diarrhoea
has long since taken its residence
in this delicate stomach
relentless with its stinging certainty
it doesnt seem like it is ever going to change
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Men Locked Behind Toilet Doors (Part 1)
Jack and Ben are men locked behind a toilet door. Jack is fucking Ben's arse. The air is hot and smells of vomit. Ben knows Jack owns every Bjork CD even the remix ones yes even the shit remix ones Ben's shit is on Jack's legs and inside Jack's boxers. Ben thinks don't stop. Never. Be. Lonely. The sound of half a phone call is heard outside another man explains to someone else that he needs it Thursday not Friday no it has to be Thursday no listen it must be Thursday no you don't understand Thursday Thursday fuck. Ben thinks don't stop. Great pain. Jack does not know Ben's name Jack adores the taste of his own sweat mmm yes he licks his upper lip mmm yes he wishes someone was filming him right now xtube this is love mmm yes this could go viral.
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My Rude Elbow
My elbow is so sexy
it could detonate a church.
Just a peak of its raw flesh triggers
hard ons from all males in a one hundred meter radius.
I
am
a boner bomb.
Married men's vows of fidelity will be forgotten
as trousers drop to ankles
and the united seismic force of their
violent, public masturbation will threaten to
rip apart Britain's economy,
overthrow the monarchy
and release total orgiastic anarchy.
Your grandmother once saw me expose myself.
She had to pretend she was appalled
but I know that one fleeting sight of my nude elbow
gave your nan her first multiple orgasm.
She said she hadn't felt that alive since the war.
International terrorists have created an iPhone app.
A close up pic of my elbow can be sent
to any screen anywhere in the world.
If you see my elbow that close, that naked,
both your eyes turn inside out.
Squelch! Squelch! Elbow porn murder.
Sometimes, wish I had no arms.
I never asked to have elbows this erotic.
No wonder some only share their elbows
behind locked doors.
Picture this:
your elbow, my tongue,
everyone watching.
Slobber, slurp, lick,
everyone, rolling up sleeves,
everyone, bare arm joint on bare arm joint,
every gender, creed and age,
indiscriminate, unleashed, undeniable,
no longer locked under shirt.
Understand,
we’re unstoppable.
Join me!
No one will laugh or make fun of your elbow
because your elbow is fucking hot.
With all this joy
how could we not
create
a sexier world?
