prose poetry intoxication

[wolf larsen]

Cockroaches
By Wolf Larsen

Today I tried to tie my shoe laces but everything was upside down, and as I walked down the street buildings leaned over me and threatened me with whispers and suddenly all the buildings in New York city were empty and there were flowers growing out of all the corpses on the sidewalks and all the corpses were playing classical music, so I became obsessed with basements, so I began painting the subways with voluptuous poetry intoxicated with oozing falling rivers of bright paint, and when I walked into McDonalds everyone chopped off their hands, and their hands began writing poetry, that’s when penises began to spread across these pages, that’s when I began erasing the planets and stars and suddenly a lot of poets became confused because I re-invented words into anguished fires burning in your minds, suddenly all your poetry became rocks and everyone began eating poetry while they sat naked painting their bodies orange and blue... orange and blue... that’s when I re-arranged everyone’s poetry into booming-clashing-thundering symphonies and the poets all kept running after their words but all they could find were highways, that’s when your desk became a tormented sea of words and the words were dripping unto your floor and creating buildings, the sky grew with helpless buildings, your hands became buildings so your face became a subway train, this is where fungus grows all over the pair-of-asses review, this is where george pimples reaches into his asshole and begins pulling out rocks, the pair-of-asses review becomes a cemetery, your thoughts become buildings and you become so obsessed with buildings that your teeth grow paintings, your mother begins eating highways, your family becomes a mushroom cloud, every painting and poem and symphony all become mushroom clouds, this is where your mother devours the city and becomes a bus, this is where rivers explode all over the thundering continent infected with dancing rivers - howling rivers - moaning rivers splashing through poetry books and poetry books become armegoddons of words inspired with death, this is where erect penises 20 stories high begin sprouting along highways and all the censored become nuns, I begin planting night words - neon words - roaming words - constant words scattering throughout your mind and your mind becomes barges and mammoth container ships and suddenly your mind is being raped by a longshoreman who is spray-painting poetry all over your brain and as the longshoreman gives you --------politically incorrect/ censored--------- and all you can do is smile with miles of poetry in big letters falling all over you and millions of cockroaches begin crawling in your brain
Copyright ã 2004 by Wolf Larsen. All Rights Reserved.


This is just one of many poems in the poetry book Eulogy for the Human Race. Check out other poems from Eulogy for the Human Race at http://www.secretwebsites.com/English_poetry_book.htm
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Wolf Larsen is an adventurer, novelist, playwright, and poet. He has traveled through 45 countries in Latin America, Europe, the Middle East, and Asia. To pay for his travels Wolf worked as a seasonal laborer in Alaska. Wolf has lived in Chicago, Wisconsin, New York City, Ecuador, Honduras, Brazil, and Peru. Wolf has written four novels, six collections of poetry, a play, and a screenplay. His two autobiographical novels are Unalaska, Alaska and Travel Around the World? Why Not?!

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