92426, Wolf Larsen & Shakespeare Waking up in Bed Together the Morning After Posted by wolflarsen, Sun Feb-03-13 05:31 PM
Canto 12 by Wolf Larsen When I do snip the cock that sells the dime, And see the speeding day running into forever night; When I behold the flying horses of doom, And sucking cocks all silver'd o'er with white foam; When lofty planets I see brimming with people Where electrical conceptions sing from frothing testicles, all under a giant canopy of bright sexual colors, Amid summer's ancestral voices all foaming up into heavenly chaos Born with war symphonies & sex operas, Of beautiful vOmiting-anorexic-mOdels do I strawberry questions make, That tippity tummies among the wastes of tippity-taps must go, Since sweets and chanting pumpkins explode like children's bellies And build sorrow as fast as they see others grow happiness; And time continues crawling out of the rotting Earth Save breeding 16-eye kangaroo-cows, to brave pineapple wars when flying submarines take you everywhere... Copyright 2012 by Wolf Larsen
Sonnet XII by William Shakespeare When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves 5 Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard, Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go, 10 Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake And die as fast as they see others grow; And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence. 14
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