Pitchfork – An Ode
three prongs you are up mine
one: for the bathroom lines
two: for the press pit cluster fuck
& three: because I’m gay for you, you slut
throngs of people want to be you
scalpers don’t care just who
sonic bliss you bring
but only in the form of a cock ring
stimulation, half mast
never the erectional blast
that clubs can amass
you bring affordability, affinity, affability
to my musical versatility
how I love you
how I hate you
how I want to be inside you…








