WolfLarsen
05-26-2015, 10:32 AM
I Am 10,000 Different Things
a poem by Wolf Larsen
I am 10,000 different things.
I am two moons bouncing between your legs.
I am so upside down that not even the sky knows where I am.
I eat you. I breathe you. I am you. But you are not me.
I fly. I burn. I ****.
I am full of so many bright colors.
I construct myself into a Gothic-Impressionist-building full of sexual gargoyles all staring at the passerby.
I sometimes urinate on other people. They like it.
The motorcycles are the inspiration for my penis.
My penis throws tornadoes across the landscape of the world curving into your brains.
Even the windows know me.
I try to create poetry with my steel mills. Steel mills are so beautiful... Could there be anything more beautiful than a steel mill?
The snails crawl up and down my poetry. They’re always there. I love them.
The readers disappear into the words... There are no readers, there are only words. Endless words bubbling out of the ground, endless words flying from all directions towards your head...
Copyright 2015 by Wolf Larsen
a poem by Wolf Larsen
I am 10,000 different things.
I am two moons bouncing between your legs.
I am so upside down that not even the sky knows where I am.
I eat you. I breathe you. I am you. But you are not me.
I fly. I burn. I ****.
I am full of so many bright colors.
I construct myself into a Gothic-Impressionist-building full of sexual gargoyles all staring at the passerby.
I sometimes urinate on other people. They like it.
The motorcycles are the inspiration for my penis.
My penis throws tornadoes across the landscape of the world curving into your brains.
Even the windows know me.
I try to create poetry with my steel mills. Steel mills are so beautiful... Could there be anything more beautiful than a steel mill?
The snails crawl up and down my poetry. They’re always there. I love them.
The readers disappear into the words... There are no readers, there are only words. Endless words bubbling out of the ground, endless words flying from all directions towards your head...
Copyright 2015 by Wolf Larsen