Primitive Mentor

Poem on a Theme by Tony Hoagland

3 Poem on a Theme by Tony Hoagland I have a big erection. Most mythology goes into it. Destroyer god with one thousand arms and ceintures of skulls. Gigantic traumatic swan. I’m sure glad I’m not trying to pass through airport security with this big erection. Those of you who also have erections may call them big but you are misusing the word. I suppose I could run after a thief if I had to, I could probably do some math problems if I must but having a big erection makes you feel there’s not much else you have to do except use the big erection! The uses of which vary from the creation of civilization (figurative) to intercourse (literal) with the harmonic half of a sister act. In the middle is Picasso’s oeuvre excluding the sissy Blue Period. Also it must be admitted some pretty messed-up behavior which is the foundation of many video games society deserves to be alarmed about but I submit this is more the result of the suppression of the erection’s beauteous expression by the uptight than any specifically inherent evils. Indeed, an erection, if not usually a sign of pacifism, neither is it necessarily an indication of murderous rage. Some ducks have bigger penises than gorillas after all. So if you want to campaign against testing cosmetics on laboratory animals, don’t ask a big erection. But knocking down a wall? You bet! 3 Maybe there’s a garden out there worth a look-see. Hey, there’s a woodpecker in a tree. Nature had prepared this avian visitor for its head-banging activity by installing gaskets and cushions and hammocks in its skull to avoid brain damage. Wow, look at that little pecker go! A divine providence provides for us all. ...