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Still Life of Moving Parts
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I’m seasoning the words with the curry of my insanity
I’m ****ing the poem with all the skyscrapers on the New York City skyline!
I jump into your sleep
And I smash all your dreams into pieces with my sledgehammer!
I make love to the ocean & the sky & the entire universe!
I am this brief moment of everything!
I am Wolf Larsen!
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Poetry is a Construction Site
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The bricks that build the poem are words
The phrases of poetry soar like construction cranes
The Poet is a hard hat Worker that saws off pieces of the universe
And then the Poet welds & hammers the pieces of the universe to the poem
And the poem sounds like thousands of symphonies bashing & bashing into each other
Then the Poet sits on a park bench and watches all the galaxies of the universe spinning around each other
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
The Entire Universe Inside One Painting
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I was writing the poem that gave birth to the universe
When a transvestite Julius Caesar jumped out of Santa Claus’ butt
And then somebody else stole my brains
Then I started writing somebody else’s brain dripping all over the page
Meanwhile, my own brains were dripping all over the universe
So I called up the fire department
And 10,000 transvestite Julius Caesar clones arrived
To put out the fire of my brains burning all over the universe
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs as poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jFdk...nel=WolfLarsen
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The Creation of the Universe in E Minor
A poem by Wolf Larsen
So I’m pissing on the United States of America
And then Shakespearean dialogue starts growing out of the ground 5000 miles high
Meanwhile, flying cows are flying through outer space
And the flying cows are reciting the verbs & nouns & additives that are giving birth to space alien civilizations
Then God has a heart attack
And God gets diarrhea and endless political speeches are shooting out of God’s *******
Then God explodes into billions of planets & moons & suns & comets & asteroids
All flying out of this poem
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
The Symphony of Pink & Blue
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The flying toilets of schizophrenia are here
So a thousand tubas in the clouds are playing your childhood
As Strawberry Fields grow out of everybody’s heads
So you hop skip & jump into the Land of Poetry
Which Construction Workers are building into the greatest musical ecstasy you’ve ever seen!
And now the symphony orchestra starts playing every impossibility you ever imagined!
So you & everybody else fly their magical turtles out of the end of the poem…
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Why Not Walk Around Naked?
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Why not fly the poem everywhere?
Why not build the poem out of billions of penises?
Why not paint paintings with pussy juices & cum & musical notes?
Why not proclaim your Penis to be a god?
Why not slash & stab the English language and throw it on the page like a bloody-thing to eat?
Why not stick your tongue into the big hole in the center of the universe
And make the universe cum a gushing flood of planets & suns & moons?
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Here Cums Tomorrow
A poem by Wolf Larsen
First I ejaculate all of America’s wars all over the faces of the Democrats & Republicans
Then I chop up symphonies & paintings & pornography and I throw it all in my poetry
Then I cook up my poetry with crack-cocaine
And as all the kangaroos hopping on all the planets smoke the crack-cocaine of my poetry
Beethoven ejaculates His symphonies all over the North American continent
And now everything is dripping with revolution
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gzCVZ_mBO5A&t=56s
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A Billion Beethovens Are in My Balzac Ready for Action!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I turn poetry into an animal!
I craaaaaash everything into poetry!
I devour everything and **** it into poetry!
I am a menage a trois of everything conquering & destroying & building a new that never ends!
The gargoyles on the sides of buildings recite my poetry all night long…
The sun orgasms my poetry all day!
Take off your clothes and lay in bed and beg to be ravaged by my poetry!
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
White Canvas, Black Words, Splattered Ink
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The poem is the swirling hurricane of a symphony flying around you
The poem jumps off the page and jumps out of my mind
And the poem is running among through all the alleyways of your mind
And now endless flowers of holiday colors
Are growing in all the alleyways of your mind
And neon verbs are blinking on-&-off everywhere inside your head
Thousands & millions & trillions of neon verbs blinking-and-blinking in your head
And then a thought in your head blossoms out of a seed
And becomes thousands of flowers of words
That demand to be thrown in a splatter of ink on the page
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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The Symphony of Mushroom Clouds
A poem by Wolf Larsen
All I want is to share my cannibalism with you
So I grab a beer bottle and I smash it over the head of high art
And then I suck high arts’ **** and I swallow all of its operas & sonatas & symphonies
I create a fauvist nude in the 12 tone serialism of Schoenberg
And then I dress Arnold Schoenberg up in high heels & French lingerie
And I declare the transvestite Arnold Schoenberg to be the new Jesus Christ
Then I paint the transvestite Arnold Schoenberg with cum juices & menstrual fluids
And then I create the greatest symphony - the last symphony of mankind - I create a symphony with mushroom clouds
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Backwards & Forwards At the Same Time! Do it!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Scrambled eggs with crashing planets - now!
Eat huge music!
Make rhythms with splatters of paint!
Faster the rhythms roaring onwards!
Dancing ballet dancers dancing amongst machine gun bullets!
Mayonnaise! Mustard & salt & pepper over my corpse! Hallelujah!
Tomorrow!
Jump through endless yesterdays until – you reach a big BAM!
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O9P4xCfxewg
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A Love Song About Feces
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I’m banging the words onto the page with a club
As I cut off pieces of bloody meat from my neighbor’s corpse with a knife
Delicious!
I ejaculate Western Civilization all over the faces of philosophers on the walls
All the decapitated heads in the corner are reciting poetry to me 24 hours a day
I dip my finger in all the blood on the floor
And I write my poetry in red dripping letters all over the night sky
The artificial intelligence monsters called birds sing their paintings to me at 3 AM
3 AM is when I walk into everybody’s brains
And paint endless streams of death into their dreams
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Another Day of Hot Air in the Forecast
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The gas pipeline goes from the Queen of England’s butt and across the ocean and up the nostrils of the American President and then down out of the President’s mouth…
At the press conference a blast of hot air erupts out of the President’s mouth
Then the President pulls a big windmill out of his crotch and announces “green energy”
And then the President ****s a beautiful sunny day all over Washington DC
The opposition party then has a filibuster in Congress against the Presidential windmill
Then the liberal & conservative factions of the capitalist news media cross swords over whether bing bangs go floppity flup
Or if the floppity flups go bing bang
Stay tuned for more hot air tomorrow
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Creation…
The double bass begins the poem by creating all the planets
The trumpet blasts out everything in the periodic table of contents shattering across the universe
The cello begins a love song between your right hand & your penis
And then all the violins join in
As your right hand & your penis create new operas and new civilizations
Your right hand & your penis doing a 12 tone serialism
As the double bass goes about creating all the moons
And the trumpet blasts out all the suns into the universe
And the violins move back-&-forth in a frenzied madness
As your penis shoots out all the asteroids & comets into the universe
And now you lay there on the turning earth flying through outer space
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
The Chorus of the Universe
A poem by Wolf Larsen
A chorus of thousands begins singing the ups and downs of tidal waves of misery & happiness
The trumpet plays huge dandelions suddenly growing on all the planets
The chorus sings an endless circle of planets & more planets all over the universe circling & circling billions & more billions of suns
And the saxophone shouts with riots & revolutions & wars
The chorus sings endless circling solar systems and endless circling galaxies circling & circling around a big huge vagina in the center of the universe
And the piano throws verbs around the nouns and flies adjectives everywhere before the piano dives with a big crash
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Notes from a Testicle Farm on Broadway
A poem by Wolf Larsen
A thousand Mozart clones are dancing to Led Zeppelin
In the pagan temples in the clouds
When suddenly a thousand naked Josephine Bakers begin dancing the glory hallelujah dance with all the Mozart clones
And Richard Wagner-giving-Woody-Allen-a-blow-job music can be heard in all the glorious dance halls of hell
When Igor Stravinsky proclaims himself Emperor of the neoclassical disco palaces of the Himalayas
And now the reader is swimming through the earthquake of a Wolf Larsen symphony
While all the musical notes go swimming up the Statue of Liberty’s vagina
And now the Statue of Liberty is pregnant with the presidential elections
What will happen nine months from now?
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen poetry on YouTube:
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The Sun Jumps Out of God’s Butt and…
A poem by Wolf Larsen
It’s a menage-a-trois of the lake & the sky & the land
And the land dances around the lake while the sky swoops down and flys you off…
Into another poem where the screams are growing out of the ground like happy colors
And the happy colors & the musical notes are dancing across the land together until…
The reader jumps up into another poem where the skyscrapers all sing opera in a million different architectural styles
Then the reader hops a train to a different poem…
Where the night caresses the reader with its naked black skin
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
The Streets & Trains & Buildings Start Devouring Each Other...
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The violin slashes back-and-forth making the poem bleed everywhere
And now the words of the poem are bleeding all over the world
And that’s when the reader’s decapitated head starts bouncing all over the poem
As the reader sings a sweet melody of time moving back-and-forth
Then the land jumps over the ocean
And waves of paint are splashing all over the canvas
As the violin plays phrases of poetry slashing back-and-forth across the page
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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I Kick Uncle Sam in the Balls
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I serve you up a hot steaming cannibalism of delicious human meat
I stab Andy Warhol again & again with my art
I sprinkle words all over the human race and turn everyone into monsters
I install humongous sexual genitalia in the faces of all the capitalist politicians & dictators
And now when they give speeches their words fly out of humongous penises & vaginas in the middle of their faces
And as the entire human race laughs & laughs I turn all their laughter into poetry
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
What a Beautiful Day!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Another hot summer day - in April
So welcome the fires of hell burning across the world this summer!
Welcome the orange bowl in the sky screaming with apocalypse!
Welcome the blue sky melting all over our naked bodies!
Watch the cities burning with the fires of happiness!
Laugh at the scorched earth dying at your feet!
Sing with fire!
Cry with laughter as the oceans flood over the continents!
Welcome the fish swimming through your home!
Dance smiling amongst all the skeletons laying across the earth
As far as the eye can see
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performances poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QU2yTegnrLI&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
Full of Happy Happy
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I put my two hands into my brains
And I pull thousands of cannibalistic robots out of my head
And I fling the cannibalistic robots out into the universe
While whole entire solar systems are crashing & crashing into each other
As Leonard Bernstein conducts the Armageddon of the Universe
With a bunch of psychopaths playing violins
And a horde of Viking marauders in the brass section
All playing from musical notes & obscene graffiti art on the public toilet walls
And then the wind carries the entire landscape away
And now you’re trapped forever inside of this nightmare dripping with your own blood
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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The Poet is the Conductor of the Symphony of the Universe
A poem by Wolf Larsen
First I the Poet chop off the heads of all the Kings & Queens
Then I rearrange all the letters of the alphabet into penises & vaginas circling around & around each other
For eternity
Then I turn all poems into paintings
I turn all paintings into operas
And I turn all operas into orgies
I splash all the female orgasms of all the women on earth across painting after painting
I turn all spermatozoa into words
And all the men of the world splash their words everywhere and
Turn everything into poetry
And poetry into everything
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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War and Peace and Pussy
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I write poetry with a sword
I go slashing & slaughtering through all the giant worlds I create
I and the Legions of the Insane in everybody’s heads
Go charging through the empty landscapes of the subconscious
And we build millions of giant screaming monuments
To the Creative Genius of the Gods of Insanity
Across a planet that we conquer with art and music and poetry
We build pornographic temples
We build so much smiling-laughing-schizophrenia
We build a religion of erect penises
We sing pornographic operas of sex-!-sex-!-and-more sex!
And afterwards all the billions of humanity lay together naked
And sigh together with peace
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
The Piano Concerto of Poetry
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The piano plays all the thunderstorms in your mind
You take all your collages and you play them on the piano
You take all your heart attacks and car crashes and drive-by shootings
And you play them on the piano
And all the violent exploding paintings you’ve ever seen -
You play them on the piano
You play world war three on the piano
You play artificial intelligence exterminating the human race
On the piano
You play your death
On the piano
And then you play the piano moving back-and-forth between the ending and the beginning of the poem
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cdHXMEGrpic&ab_channel=WolfLarsenWolfLarse n
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Richard Wagner Is My Son!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I am the Jewish Richard Wagner of poetry!
My madness shall drown all the planets with poetry!
I will slice up the literary world with my switchblade knife!
I will vomit the greatest poetry & theater all over the human race!
Every day, a thousand dogs with the face of Salvador Dali shall lick my balls!
And then I shall ejaculate my words near & far for the next thousand years!
I shall fill all the castles & churches of the world with my endless orgies!
While all the opera singers of the world sing my poetry to the raves of flesh & pleasure at their feet!
And now I the Jewish Wagner & the Goddess of Poetry shall lay naked in bed together
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Trump & Biden ****ing Each Other Up the ***?
A poem by Wolf Larsen
It’s a punk rock Penis!
It’s a tomorrow more wonderful than a political speech to wipe your *** with!
Do you love the-and-down words as much as a good ****?
Because what about a reggae-orgasm-itch-itch-itch?
You have four legs?
I give you four legs!
Even if the subway trains are too drunk with too many yesterdays!
I’m orgasmic!
You have some blue sky to give me?
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Wolf the Barbarian - Wolf the Emperor - Wolf the God!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Poetry did not exist until I took up the pen
Every day I make love to the English language
The rhythm of my heart beating is the rhythm of poetry
The melody of my sword my pen my paintbrush slashing across everything
Is the melody of poetry
I Wolf Larsen am an insane God that rules over the land of poetry
The words in my ballsack will be the greatest words ever born
The empty page opens its legs to my words
Like Europe opening its legs to Attila the Hun
Like the Chinese Empire opening its legs to the hordes of Genghis Khan
Like the falling Roman Empire opening its legs to the invading German barbarians
I am Wolf the barbarian
And poetry is pregnant with me
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Just out! Wolf Larsen & comedian do a podcast together. Very funny! Very wild!
https://open.spotify.com/episode/6za...NJ3xDWGaQ&nd=1
Too Much Deodorant in My Sunshine!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
A superduper clop went bweeeeep!
Because you ran out of sunlight
Or did the planet Earth blow up again?
Are the sex robots on strike - again?
And what happened to bare feet monologues about whether to vote for poo-poo or doo-doo?
Can you hide your brains?
Just once!
Hey, you been to today yet?
Not me!
I have armpits!
Do you have enough insanity to understand me yet?
Get some insanity!
110% off!
It’s a sale!
Sunshine!
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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I Opened a Banana and There Was a Penis Inside! Yum!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Let’s fly phrases of poetry around each other!
Let’s jump on phrases of poetry and fly them to outer space!
Jump into oceans of poetry!
Let’s travel on a supersonic penis through the Italian Renaissance!
Everybody should jump into their toilets now and swim to the heaven of poetry!
Nude poetry that’s finger-lickin’ good!
Let’s all capsize the North American continent together!
You goin’ to hell tonight?
Have fun!
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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I Honor You With a Poem
A poem by Wolf Larsen
How could there be a god in the sky if I walk the earth?
My sculptures of poetry -
Made with the world’s finest jism -
Are skyscrapers of delight!
I conduct all the world’s orchestras as they simultaneously play my poetry together
My mind is a factory where a thousand paintings are created every second
The English language was honored with my birth
And the world’s husbands
Are honored by my immaculate conceptions swelling in their wives’ tummies
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Jump! Slide! Up!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The phrase of poetry runs around the lake and jumps over the mountain
And the phrase of poetry lands on stage and dances a thousand solar systems with all the ballet dancers
And the ballet dancers do a psychotic painting with the music
Before the phrase of poetry explodes into thousands of other phrases of poetry
That all becomes thousands & thousands of galaxies dancing around the reader
To the beat of the hands-on-drums and the hands-on-drums and the hands-on-drums
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LWraOYCIl_4
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Happy Happy to Everybody!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
So the Empire State building is hanging from this man’s crotch
And the Eiffel Tower is hanging from this other man’s crotch
And the two of them are dancing together under the delirious sunshine
And all the world’s statues are dancing around the two men
And the music is a swirling 360° wave of schizophrenia
Being played by 5000 buttocks with hands attached
Doing bizarre things to bizarre instruments
While the 4 Presidents of Mount Rushmore sing a chorus of anal sex together
All conducted by a transvestite Kubla Khan using Adolf Hitler’s castrated three-inch white pride as a baton
And then the planet Earth crashes into a huge dildo floating in outer space
And then everybody lives happily ever after in the huge anus caves of space aliens
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Sex is Growing Out of Everything! Oh No!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Working-class men are running amok everywhere with their Dicks hanging out
While bourgeois feminists & born-agains with their friend-in-the-sky
Have a protest against sex
Meanwhile, I’m reaching into my head and pulling out tornadoes
And all the bourgeois feminist Karens & born-agains in my balls
Are swimming around the two universes of the cosmos
While the orgy of humanity splashing out of this page
Sends the bourgeois feminist Karens & born-agains fleeing back to England on the Mayflower
And now it’s lots of ****ing in the streets
From sea-to-shining-sea
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Beethoven Urinating in an Alleyway
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The music jumps out of everything
The music notes flying around you
Are screaming to be turned into symphonies & poems & paintings
Then your falling teardrops land on the page and form words
And a thousand smiles grow out of the words
And poems screech at you from every alleyway & passing face & decrepit condemned building
An ocean of poetry bursts from your mind
Before you spit out your brains upon the world
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
A Thousand Years of Madness
A poem by Wolf Larsen
My music is planets exploding throughout the universe
The musical notes dance with the naked women
The naked women’s movements create the rhythms of poetry
These rhythms of poetry dancing off the page
And up into the reader’s eyes
And the reader’s eyes see the page turn into deserts & forests & oceans
The Poet’s madness echoes through the reader’s brains
The Poet’s laughter echoing and echoing through the reader’s brains
As the reader walks for a thousand years through his own brains
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
A Polish Space Alien
A poem by Wolf Larsen
A testicle building with flying saucers
A Penis with philosophical training in blah-blah-blah
A musical instrument that plays blah-blah-blah
A person that’s really a robot in disguise
A blue sky made out of musical mayonnaise
A person with 5000 mouths talking all the time
A very artistic Penis with lots of Europe on its mind
A poem that prefers to be a sculpture
A sculpture that wants to be music
Music that wants to be sex
A poem that would prefer not to end
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performances plays, poetry, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q1dFb4UqjlI&ab_channel=WolfLarsenWolfLarse n
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A Beautiful Insane Day
A poem by Wolf Larsen
So I pull out my pen and I start pissing a poem all over the page
And then I spit a bunch of bright colors all over the universe
And now all the planets are breathing with life
Because I am the Grand Buttocks of Bootylicious (thank you to space alien scrotum delight!)
And now it’s time to dance to the words flying out of everything everywhere
You eat your poetry today?
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Bridgeport to the Other Side of the Universe
A poem by Wolf Larsen
It was a neighborhood of zombie symphonies
It was a neighborhood where all our nightmares came true
And the railroad tracks sang their rhythms
And the factories churned out sunrises & sunsets
To the rhythms of heart attacks & births & stabbings
A big drunken apocalypse of Saturday nights
All crashing into other solar systems
Until East was North and North was death
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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A Giant Blue & Green Whorehouse Called Earth
A poem by Wolf Larsen
All the screaming gargoyles in my Balzac want to sing you a love poem
All the fish in the sea want to go swimming through your vagina
All the world’s feminists & born-agains want to castrate this Poet
But this Poet is bouncing & bouncing around the world on a giant-magical-bouncing-testicle
And the planet Earth is an even bigger testicle bouncing & bouncing around in God’s crotch
(God’s other testicle is the giant face of Alfred E Newman)
And now all the world’s herpes sores on everybody’s penis is singing a Wagnerian opera together
As the blueberry ice cream of the sky
Melts all over the reader
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Delicious Yummy Yum Yum!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Let’s eat the moon!
Let’s make orgies in outer space!
Spill your brains everywhere!
Everywhere is now!
Everything rhythms everywhere!
Dance with giant tomorrows!
Fill the sky with more sky!
Lift the planet Earth up & down as you sing!
Sing with too much yesterday!
Sing with too much tomorrow!
Bang endless tomorrows together in yes yes rhythms!
End the poem with too much yes!
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen