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Wolf Larsen & Shakespeare Waking Up in Bed Together

"When you are old and gray and full of sleep, and nodding by the fire, take down this book and slowly read, and dream of the soft look your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep."
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Wolf Larsen & Shakespeare Waking Up in Bed Together

Postby wolflarsen » Mon Feb 04, 2013 6:51 am

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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