wait just a moment chap i’m trying to paint a giant phallus, but,

it engorges out of the canvas onto the balcony, balls dragging thru lavender.

wherefore art thou wild, hog? practically a meat pantry, a veiny, scattered bruise.

cruising thru a jet stream flared meatus singing a lovely hostage-keeper song.

foreskin flapping, chock full of planes, trees, missiles, satellites, cities, unknown gods.

thrusters engaged, grunting toward salacious Cygnus X-, building up to a mighty fine load.