Skyscraper
Pitched Tent
Battering Ram
Solid Snake
Bug-eyed Monster
Pushrod
Dome Irrigator
Railed Shaft
Exfoliator of nondescript senses
Surfing on the springboard of power outage
Coming back to basics
Yeah, its got a mind of its own
Like the host, the universal coast
On which waves, of unbridled commotion
Crash and drown
Just because
The prospectively welcoming receptacle
Out for reach and out of touch
Created an irreplaceable hit and miss
Of spectacular copulatory opportunity
Which is now, irrevocably gone
Ouch! Well that sux...
I like the way this describes the world in which the penis lives ("Yeah, its got a mind of its own"), a reality in which "The prospectively welcoming receptacle/Out for reach and out of touch/Created an irreplaceable hit and miss... Which is now, irrevocably gone"
This is now my second favorite penis poem. My first is this one: https://genius.com/Sharon-olds-the-popes-penis-annotated
Sharon Olds is fucking brilliant.
Aha, thanks for the heads up mate. I'm bringing your comments to attention.