Wednesday 25 September 2024

The Sound of Pornography by Frederick Frankenberg

 

Photograph by Posterboy from Flickr

A mulleted old man was stuck in a genre:

the sloshing casual music of porn

He played it in the breakroom

of the Dubois supermarket.

He played it in the bathroom

He played it on an alto sax

A spectacular spectacle

His mesmerizing lyrics

were forced and nonsensical

in a jocular refrain, its excited interval

Until the manager came

and said, “Put it away”

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Frederick Frankenberg (he/him) - Twitter handle: @FredIsAWriter