Canto 16
by Wolf Larsen
But why whippy-doopity-do you a smiley way?
Make mind voyages upon this ha ha ha trip, and Time?
And your multiple heRe-&-thEre-&-awaY-perSonaLities are all in disarray
With cuCuMbeR-vaGiNa-rhYthMs more blessed than raspberry rhymes?
Now stand you in deep hot butter in the middle of this giant frying pan,
Amidst this meandering garden of lost intellectuals
With polite serial-killer wishes whispering everywhere,
Much more zippier than your pussy could ever o-o-o-o-o-h on my tongue!
So should the lines of cocaine & poetry fly through the generations...
Which this, Time's pencil, or my phallic pen of jazz,
Neither inwards towards the great winds of death & time, nor outwards in nuclear time belches...
Can make you zOng-hYper-fwa!ang yourself.
To give yourself to so many well-endowed devils keeps you so very happy!
And you must die before you live, drawn by the pen of Genghis Khan with the sweetest skill.
Copyright 2012 by Wolf Larsen
Sonnet XVI
by William Shakespeare
But wherefore do not you a mightier way
Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time?
And fortify yourself in your decay
With means more blessed than my barren rhyme?
Now stand you on the top of happy hours, 5
And many maiden gardens yet unset
With virtuous wish would bear your living flowers,
Much liker than your painted counterfeit:
So should the lines of life that life repair,
Which this, Time's pencil, or my pupil pen, 10
Neither in inward worth nor outward fair,
Can make you live yourself in eyes of men.
To give away yourself keeps yourself still,
And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill. 14