Poetry book that's devouring eyeballs!

Sculptures of Pleasure
By Wolf Larsen

She looked at me, but there were eyes all over your tongue and your mouth became the new york subway system, she knew I lived in the planet of graveyards, that's when I shot myself, the surrealists were digging graves, the cubists were re-inventing cities into seas of angles that ate your body, the impressionists were looking for the third rail and then decided to eat buildings, she knew I lived in a twisting spiraling building with 5-foot censored growing out of the walls, I tried to talk to her but construction workers kept erecting walls between us until my censored started growing with carcasses, that's when all the unstable eyes begin to perverse my brain and a river of fragmented damaged people were devouring subway tracks until your skin started to crack open and paintings leaked out of your corpse until you mind became a volcano of poetry, that's why everyone tied nooses around their necks and started jumping, otherwise there wouldn't be happiness, you slid your -----------------------censored--------------------------------- until he smiled, florescent lava drips from all our procreations until our withered corpses lay in caskets, gravestones are sculptures of pleasure
Copyright ã 2004 by Wolf Larsen. All Rights Reserved.


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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?!

That's some pretty neat stuff and I'll be sure to check out if any libraries around me have it. He uses a lot of the same words, like "eat" and "building",(Wow, all of his poems use imagry of oral aggressiveness) and his poem "Thursday" uses a lot of egotistical "I"s. "A thousand blue skies" seems like a cliche cyncical/nihilistic/pessimistic/other istics. It reminds me of the poems that angry boys in high school write. It's still worth reading, though. Thanks for the artisitc heads up.