WOLF LARSEN

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The Poetry Of...
Wolf Larsen...............................................................

Composition 5

............Her room was drenched with loneliness
I felt alcohol become the universe
Sound splintered through the audience
Sound became rivers waves oceans through the bar
People were happy for one small moment
Smiles erased the universe
Faces collided with rhythms
And words became prisons while I became so obsessed with words that I
live in chaos, I burn with words for my obsessions while neighborhoods
become abstract and melt into paint - it's been years since the sun -
it's been years since the sun - it's been years since the sun and earth
melted into the universe
While black ink drops fall from the white sky, your life is all the
tortured objects in a dead lonely room - in your
plunging-rising-falling-crashing-room all the compulsive objects
hallucinate themselves into soft oozing sculptures - and history became
an ocean stampeding over the human race
My life became an uncontrollable chaos
I kill all the stars
All the stars in every poem no longer exist
The best way to break inside your head is to paint yourself in a
cemetery

"It does not matter on which
word
a line of poetry ends." ~ Wolf Larsen

YOUR SON INJECTING HEROIN

.......... What I�m trying to say is that my room is upside down and all the
people are floating in the orange air and the trains are all in the sky
and instead of arriving at penn station I arrive in the seventeenth
century, what's the use of the twentieth century when people are
crawling down your lungs?, perhaps that's why there are decapitated
bodies floating in the lake inside your arm, that's when the planet
earth collapses and swallows the entire human race until subway trains
are crashing through your veins - it's like ejaculating buildings out
of your penis until the sky is a menacing collage of dance-ing
buildings and that's when U grab the sun and the sun becomes oozing
orange flowing down your body - so I color the blue sky black I paint
every building in the city gray I grab your daughter and fling
buildings and subway trains into her cunt and nine months later
mountains and rivers and oceans and continents are all pouring like
avalanches out of her cunt and your mind becomes all barbed wire and
searchlights and I tear open your mind and pour bright florescent blue
into your head and that's when you start eating sidewalks and all the
rivers in the world become red with your blood and all the faces -
millions of faces - all sprout buildings and stare at you until their
eyes become automobiles rape-ing your body and God speaks to you and
tells you to rape the walls God tells you to demolish every church in
the world with your hammer He tells you to watch out for all the voices
in your coffee

Sculptures of Pleasure

........ She looked at me, but there were eyes all over your tongue and your
mouth became the New York subway system, she knew I lived in the planet
of graveyards, that�s when I shot myself, the surrealists were digging
graves, the cubists were re-inventing cities into seas of angles that
ate your body, the impressionists were looking for the third rail and
then decided to eat buildings, she knew I lived in a twisting spiraling
building with 5-foot vaginas growing out of the walls, I tried to talk
to her but construction workers kept erecting walls between us until my
penis started growing with carcasses, that's when all the unstable eyes
begin to perverse my brain and a river of fragmented damaged people
were devouring subway tracks until your skin started to crack open and
paintings leaked out of your corpse until you mind became a volcano of
poetry, that's why everyone tied nooses around their necks and started
jumping, otherwise there wouldn�t be happiness, you slid your penis
into his ass and covered him with blankets of death until he smiled,
florescent lava drips from all our procreations until our withered
corpses lay in caskets, gravestones are sculptures of pleasure

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