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Sonata for a Pretty Lady’s Belly Button
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The flute is always playing nipples
And the clarinet is always playing bellybuttons
It takes an entire Symphony Orchestra to play a vagina
And whenever the harpsichord plays
Orgies erupt all over the world
And the saxophone is playing giant penis machines blaring all over the universe
The double bass plays one large container ship after another sailing out of a vagina
Meanwhile, the conductor is writing poetry in the air with his baton
The Poet Wolf is in the audience playing with his own baton
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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His Voice is a Beautiful Painting
A poem by Wolf Larsen
One beer is the piss of God!
Another beer is the piss of the Devil!
Another beer is the piss of Michelangelo!
Please, let God, the Devil, & Michelangelo piss on us from heaven!
Because beer is like cumming your art all over the world
And walking along and watching your art grow into words everywhere
I’m digging into the brains of all the planets
To find my words
The words that jump all around you
And smile a thousand sunshines in your direction
A rainforest of marijuana is growing out of the seas of beer
There’s that soft sweet hurricane too
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen also performs his poetry on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uCjf...nel=WolfLarsen
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December 31, 2020
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I’m flying to the moon on a beer with wings
When I land on the moon thousands of mermaids are swimming all around me
The sun in the sky is telling me it’s okay
And suddenly everyone is pregnant with poetry
And the Poetry God is crowned with piss & **** & human cum
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Endless Windows into My Head
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I start screaming poetry at the farm animals
I build castles of insanity on all the planets
I construct cities of craziness on top of everybody’s heads
And my hands erect phrases of poetry that orbit the planet Earth
My penis creates new art movements inside the vaginas of endless women
My children are poems
The ending of this poem is a white gooey mass
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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The Castle of The Wolf
A poem by Wolf Larsen
In my castle the orgies are forever
In my castle the music sounds like screams
And the rhythms of human bones being beaten against human skulls
The faces in the paintings whisper poetry night & day
The kitchen is filled with the carcasses of dogs & cats hanging from the ceilings
The guards are ghosts from the Poet’s Balzac
My reign lasts until the end of the poem
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Everyone is Running From the Poem Screaming!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The literary movement of Wolf Larsenism is ejaculating out of penises everywhere!
And the temples of Wolf Larsenism are built soaring up into the heavens!
Where the Devil joyfully sodomizes the angels with Mahler!
And the angels sing pornographic Dadaist procreations!
Until the entire universe is a Dada-ist collage!
That makes all the fish in your Balzac laugh & laugh!
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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The Chorus of Darkness
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The monks are singing of eternal loss
God is dying
All the angels are dying
And heaven is cracking and collapsing
A huge dark tidal wave will soon swallow the universe
All the rivers & lakes & oceans are covered with dead fish
All the animals are screaming
The trees are all burning
The crops have all failed
And the human race is jumping off the ledge
Into the abyss
Of this poem
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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The Darkness Shall Last Forever
A poem by Wolf Larsen
All our brains are melting
The planets are disappearing
The sun has lost its hello
And somebody has eaten the moon
The music is all screams & crashing
I am painting one canvas after another only with the color black
The people were all eaten by a squirrel long ago
Symphonies are only composed in insane asylums now
All poetry is now being written inside of electrified barbed wired fences
The sunshine was lost long ago
And now this poem has stopped breathing
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xiRgqZZmZR0&t=8s&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
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A Storm is Screaming
A poem by Wolf Larsen
All the saints in heaven begin singing dark poetry
Wild colorful flowers begin growing out of all the churches
All the textile mills suddenly magically come back to life
And the textile mills produce endless beautiful poetry flowing across the land
The Québecois language grows like sensuous happy vines all over New England once again
And suddenly everyone in heaven & hell begins crying
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Uncle Sam Sucking My Dick While the Statue of Liberty Eats My ***
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The giant gargoyles are all flying in the upside down sky
That’s falling below my feet
And the giant gargoyles
Are devouring all the tornadoes jumping out of my penis
But suddenly my penis no longer belongs to me
My penis has been confiscated by the landlord
With the help of the Dixiecrat asses in ACAB uniforms
But that was before the Republicrat elephants outlawed time as "immoral"
So time no longer exists
And all the vaginas are floating in the skies of other planets
And the bourgeois pigs in the mud scream “Insurrection! Insurrection!”
And watch us with the endless eyeballs & ears
They’ve attached to everything everywhere
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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If the Mayor Don’t Like Me Peeing on a Tree Than She Can Open Her Mouth!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The elevator just asked me: “Are you having trouble making your monthly payment?”
So I punched the elevator
And now I’m walking around in a maze of screaming artificial intelligence voices
With my brass knuckles doing lots of verbs to everything
And now every day my two-legged gargoyle on roller skates
Serves me the decapitated head of some bourgeois CEO of Artificial Intelligence Inc.
It’s not as delicious as dog
But it still makes me as happy as a squirrel getting his nut
As he ejaculates “insurrection” all over the whorehouse on Capitol Hill
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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10 Million Wolf Larsens Crawling All Over the President’s Pubic Hairs
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I run out into the street naked
Screaming millions of gargoyles flying out of my mouth
And then the street disappears
And I’m floating around in some children’s painting
And then the Chicago Police Department
Pull out their guns and fill me full of abstract expressionism
And now I’m in some children’s painting pissing abstract expressionism all over the Chicago Police Department
So the Mayor calls in the National Guard
But all the national guardsmen start laughing & laughing at the police dripping in abstract expressionism
And then the national guardsmen get hungry
And they eat the mayor & the police & the rich
And then the national guardsmen have to take a ****
Guess what happens next?
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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300 Million Americans All Ejaculating All Over the 3 Branches of Government!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
What do I care if the President is a skinny *** donkey or a fat elephant?
I just want to piss my poetry all over Washington DC!
What do I care if I live in a liberal or conservative police state?
I just want to paint naked bodies all over the 3 branches of government!
I want to paint naked bodies all over heaven & hell
In all of the art styles ever invented
And I want to ejaculate NEW art movements all over the faces of all the donkey asses & elephants as well
So join me in ejaculating your art & poetry all over the faces
Of all the donkey asses & elephants of America
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dx-xJs_2INQ&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
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1970s Butt ****ing Joy on Capitol Hill
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I’m disco dancing with all the space aliens that jumped out of everybody’s balls
Because Saturday night is dripping off of everything
And all our venereal diseases want to have fun
At that whorehouse on Capitol Hill
Where all the donkeys & elephants in sexy lingerie
Are making extraterrestrial communications with the Transvestite Founding Fathers of 1787
And the Transvestite Founding Fathers are giving blow jobs to the Fortune 500 executives
As the mountains of money
And herpes
Are traded
At the Capitol Hill Whorehouse Jubilee
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Please God, Ejaculate Your Happiness All Over Me
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I want to be so happy!
I want to be as happy as a zebra flying around & around your head
As a symphony orchestra plays your emotions jumping up & down
Like 10,000 monkeys smoking crack on the moon together
While the clouds of the blue sky
Float out of the vagina in a painting
Being created by the colors spurting out of my penis
Because Mother Teresa won’t swallow
When she blows me
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen