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The Music Is Tornadoes & Sunsets
A poem by Wolf Larsen
All of our brains are on fire
As we swim around our fathers’ Balzacs searching for the meaning of life
Because the universe is a great big wet pussy
So why not eat the 4-legged space aliens that go “woof! woof”?
And invite a stranger into your wife’s bed?
And now millions of Pablo Picassos are all swimming in your wife’s vagina
And swimming & swimming towards billions of suns in the universe
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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I Am Symphonies
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I write poetry with brass knuckles
All my flying words are bullets
All my illegitimate children cry out my poetry when they’re born
I laugh while I filet men & fish alike
But I prefer to eat fish & pussy
I am a 2 legged Wolf
I devour my enemies
And I **** my enemies all over all the planets
And flowers & poetry grow out of my ****
And the flowers & poetry grow into symphonies
All over the universe
And now space aliens everywhere
Dance to the symphonies
Of Wolf
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y9gH...nel=WolfLarsen
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Q-Wolf (Introduction to a Theory)
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Humans are really extraterrestrial ballet dancers that eat music
After eating music we **** poetry onto huge conveyors in poetry factories
Then our brains are shipped to different planets via flying shoes
And this causes the spermatozoa to swim around in our balls
Then every Wednesday, a new President of the Holy Order of Diarrhea
Orders all the puppies of puppydom to become the delicious adjectives
That make all the words at the end of this poem drool & drool
With all of the colors of the rainbow
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Do Penis to the Music
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The music jumps you from here to there
The music runs tornadoes around & around you
So you kiss all the tornadoes that ever happened
As a thousand chicks with dicks come home with you
And the rolling-rolling-rolling assembly lines all sing your songs
As you jump back from there to here
Do you have enough hellos?
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Smiles & Death & Cherries
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I dig into the earth and I throw a thousand corpses into the poem
Then I murder you all with words
And happy rainbows shoot out of all your corpses
Then I devour all your corpses as Charlie Chaplin & Josephine Baker dance around me
And now Josephine Baker & I procreate a bunch of Art Nouveau together
And as we **** like a Vietnam War together next to your corpse
You sing us a Star-Spangled Banner of herpes happiness
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Symphony No. 1 with Bullets
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Brahms & Beethoven are flying & flying around each other
And the tornadoes fly out of the music and attack the universe
And a million transvestite space aliens running for President of the USA
Are dancing & dancing to Elvis Presley playing Russian roulette with Igor Stravinsky
As Wassily Kandinsky & Arnold Schonberg paint a symphony of fauvist colors together
And all the birds go insane with color & music
And crash into the ending of the poem
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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10,000 Violins Playing Insomnia
A poem by Wolf Larsen
All the torpedoes are shooting out of this poem
All the insomniacs begin beating & beating on the night sky
Then all the insomniacs begin pulling their brains out of their heads
And splattering their brains on the pavement
As they’re screaming paintings at each other
Then the sky crashes into Cubist pieces
And the Poet picks all the pieces of the sky off the ground
And creates a mammoth Cubist sculpture with it
And now all the insomniacs are vomiting the ending of the poem all over you
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oy8AT_NCn7g&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
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The Religion of the Poet’s Penis
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The grandiose temples built in homage to the Poet’s Penis
Stretch across the world in an architectural orgasm
That blesses the two universes of eyes in our heads
With a beauty that only the space aliens can understand
Because Wolf Larsen is a space alien
And His words that jump & play & dance from poetry to symphonies to poems
Are made out of the Great Poet’s Spermatozoa
Which is why Wolf Larsen’s testicles have been declared a world heritage site
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Playing Russian Roulette With a Robot
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The robots are together digging our mass graves
The mass graves where the human race shall sleep forever
Including our children
Artificial intelligence is a giant hand that will strangle each & every one of us
Artificial intelligence is an execution squad
That will line the entire human race against the wall
The more power we give this artificial intelligence
The more we are putting a loaded gun to our heads
Imagine all the billions of people on this planet
Simultaneously putting a gun to their own heads
And pulling the trigger
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Advance permission is given to all to share this poem, in both Internet & physical form, as long as credit is given to its author, the poem is not altered or edited in any manner, and the intent of such publication is not hostile.
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A Portrait of Anal Sex Love
Painted by Wolf Larsen
His booty hole is an entrance to an art heaven in the sky
His eyes are like two planets revolving & revolving around each other
That is, his eyes are two planets of billions & billions of naked people all fornicating & fornicating
His smile is the medieval ages & the Italian Renaissance creating erotic art together
I watch him with my lust drilling down the walls in bright reds & blues & yellows & pinks
And right now, every Artist in the world is painting his face with all the happy colors in my balls
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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A Painter With Only Words
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I just want to create endless universes in the canvases of your minds
I want to make your everything grow with endless you bursting inside of you
I am a tidal wave of symphonies headed towards you
I am all the tongues of the world inside the painting between your legs
And so you throw open your legs to rock & classical & the Poet’s Spermatozoa
Because you want the next generation of gods
To be milking at your breasts while you’re frying eggs
In front of the sunrise of poetry growing yet again
In your tummy
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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I Inhale All the Readers Up My Nose!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
We’re dancing like the mushroom clouds are already here
We’re dancing like artificial intelligence has already conquered us
We’re dancing inside of some canvas being painted by the Poet
Because all you readers were swimming in the Poet’s maze of spermatozoa
9 months before all the canvases of the world
Were painted with the Poet’s colorful spermatozoa
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-sS6F4GXkz8&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
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I Am a Jewish Carpenter of Words
A poem by Wolf Larsen
First I start chopping & cutting & shaping the words with a chainsaw
Then I tie the words to the stars with some rope
Then I attach an outboard motor to one of the stars
And I start moving the stars & the words down the Chicago River
Until we reach Paris
Where I sprinkle Impressionism all over the poem
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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The Heavenly Palace of Happiness
A poem by Wolf Larsen
In a glorious whorehouse in heaven
Gothic penises & pussies decorate the walls with heavenly joy
And Michelangelo is painting the ceiling with the delights of the flesh
And beautiful naked Poets sing the joys of immaculate conception
While the women of all races are breathing statues of beauty
And the beds are made of flowers
And the musicians play decadent symphonies of moans
As the naked bodies create a moving mosaic of flesh
In the Palace of Happiness
In Heaven
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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My Penis is Laughing
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Only the gods in our Balzacs can understand Wolf Larsen’s poetry
Only our rising erections can understand the meaning of life
Only our feet up the asses of the capitalist politicians will bring world peace
Her voice creates a phrase of poetry that sings our happiness into the sky
Her giant vagina speaking to us from the clouds
Is the sweetness of the female orgasm upon our lips
And when she swallows the Dadaist collages from our Balzacs
All the transvestite Attila the Huns in our heads
Will jump out of our ears
And conquer the earth & the heavens for all the penguins in Antarctica
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
