Sunday Night on Friday
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Even your tomorrows are delicious!
Your penis discovers the New World
Your nipples discover the moon
While the Sax is playing a sexy sexy sunny day
And the trumpet is playing a drive-by shooting
And the bass is doing the rhythm the rhythm the rhythm of the poem
Huge circles of want and need suddenly swallow everything!
And bunny rabbits are hopping all over the music!
Then big erect **** happens!
Oh Tyrannosaurus rex!
What’s the round-and-around?
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen