Wolf Larsen & Shakespeare Wake up in Bed Together the Morning After

[WolfLarsen]

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