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I Plant a Flower On Each and Every Planet
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I will marry a thousand women a day
And my great skyscraper will explode a million comets into each and every wife
As billions of people procreate a giant symphony around me
And my children will wave to me from all the planets
And then my children will create Art Nouveau with all those who are not my children
And my poetry will swim to the middle of the universe
And the universe will become pregnant from my words
And the universe will explode and give birth to millions of more universes
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Blaga-Bluggin’ the Muppy Mips (on Tuesdays)
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Each line of poetry is connected to 100 million miles of computer code
Each line of poetry is serviced by thousands of sex robots
Each poem is bursting with billions of solar systems
Each word in this poem contains dozens of eyeballs all staring into your brains
The poem is made out of turning wheels & extraterrestrial sex organs & bright rainbows of artificial intelligence
And now it’s time for the poem to blow up
Good-bye!
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Fwips to Fidoodle the Foopies With
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Everything in the world starts dancing around everything else
And then everything in the universe starts dancing around everything else
And all the statues in the parks are now dancing with the people
Who are all dancing naked in the streets
Of cities that are all swirling & flying around each other
And as buildings fly around your head
And as your giant penis swirls around the solar system
You get on your knees
And start sucking the **** of Michelangelo’s David
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen does his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uCjf...nel=WolfLarsen
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Skyscrapers of Poetry
A poem by Wolf Larsen
My poems are grand temples of sin
Each line of poetry is a giant tidal wave of solar systems headed towards you
Poetry that rises up above the skyscrapers
Poetry as full of life as the oceans & lakes & rivers
Poetry that beats with the rhythms of a thousand concerts
Poetry created with billions of hands
Billions of hands holding paintbrushes & pens & hammers
To build this poem to gather
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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The Poetry Orchestra of the Universe
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I want to write poetry in hundreds of space alien languages
I want a thousand construction sites to bang & erupt & bash out of this phrase of poetry
I want to paint canvases with each & every poem
I want colors dancing out of the paintings
I want to write symphonies with words (I have)
I want to escape this little rock of a planet
I want to create a new universe
Inside the human mind
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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A Bang a Bop a Ding!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The train dinged-dinged-dinged into the poem
And all the passengers on the train
Hop aboard the poem
And the poem is carrying the passengers through bouncing-bouncing-words
And the storm of millions of phrases of poetry is lightning & crashing & thundering out of the Poet’s mind
And all the passengers of the poem are thrown off into different universes
And all the millions of poems are flying & crawling & roaming around
And all the poetry is devouring the planet
And then the ending of the poem flies into your face
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f3TkQ580QdU&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
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The Great Fart Machine
A poem by Wolf Larsen
My own farts smell like the greatest symphonies!
My farts are a collage of all the world’s cuisines & spices & cities floating up to your nostrils!
My farts caused spontaneous work stoppages (strikes!) on the docks when I was a dockworker!
One of my farts was the Big Bang that created the universe!
When you look up at the night sky you are looking at the glorious creations of one of my farts!
Beware of the mushroom cloud that may explode out of my ******* one day!
I deserve the Noble Prize for Flatulence!
Worship my farts
As the glorious word
Of the God of Bootyholes:
Wolf Larsen!
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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A Duet of Cannibalism
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I rip my face off my head, and I give you my face
Then you rip your face off your head, and you give me your face
Then our hands begin walking through each other’s brains
Then both our penises blast off to outer space
That’s when the Garden of Eden grows out of my crotch
And New York City is growing out of your crotch
That’s when we begin playing music together
And the music is delicious
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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2021
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Today I opened the door to the world
And the entire world was empty
All the people had been devoured by time & space
Giant testicle plants were growing out of the empty storefronts
Sickly space aliens on street corners were coughing up diseased drumming music
Police robots filled the skies
The army was marching through the deserted streets
Then my number was called
And I was lined up and shot
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Toosticle - Moosticle - Bllaaadooshickle!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Your pussy is the entrance to 19th-century Europe
And whenever all the sex robots are jumping out of your pussy
There’s not enough meowing cats in all the symphony orchestras of the world
To stop 6 billion oozing brains from melting all over this poem
Hey! Has anybody seen my testicles?
I can’t seem to find them!
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zTjkZqC_ygc&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
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A Flute ****ing a Nude Painting
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Tidal wave after tidal wave of insanity is headed your way
Dark colors are leaping out of the canvas and surrounding your life
And now you’re drowning in a landscape of erotic buildings & talking testicles & decomposing skies
Somebody pulls a nuclear submarine out of their butt and hands it to God
God explodes and becomes zillions of words falling on all the planets
And the endless new languages throughout the universe
Are tickling & tickling your brains
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Strawberry Flavored Booty Hole Delicious!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
My tongue is Christopher Columbus discovering the magical ocean of your pussy
But then the poem turns all its thousands of blinkers on!
The poem roller coasters like a tongue discovering your naked body!
A bunch of tornadoes are cumming!
Where’s your belly button?!
Torpedo!
10,000 readers swallowed by this line of poetry!
Bach is going to ride this torpedo straight into your booty hole!
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Too Many Wednesdays
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I wasn’t yesterday enough for you
So I stacked a bunch of tomorrows on your doorstep
Then we went walking everywhere with our eyeballs
And now this phrase of poetry is crashing through a thousand solar systems
So the space aliens start dancing time backwards
And now Mozart & Beethoven & Neil Armstrong jump out of the Apollo spacecraft
And Mozart & Beethoven & Neil Armstrong are all hopping all over the moon together
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Lots of Up!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
You zipping?
How you skip off the planet like that?
You lost your verbs?
I snorting so much of your brains up my nose…
That I can’t even hold up the moon right!
Penis music!
What you do with all that asteroid jism in your apartment?
You like to do some abstract expressionism with Michelangelo’s David in Boystown?
Copyright 20121 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf performs his poetry on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KEhfPhfiQWs&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
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“Freedom”
a poem by Wolf Larsen
The freedom to live under a bridge
The freedom to spend your life in a jail cell
The freedom to be locked up in a concentration camp if you’re an immigrant
The freedom to join the Army when there’s no jobs
The freedom to work for peanuts when there are jobs
The freedom to acquire endless student debt trying to get skills for a better job
The freedom to be shot by the police
The freedom to go without medical care because you can’t afford it
Freedom to choose which party of whores will represent you in the halls of power
Freedom to decide whether a white man or a black woman will push the atomic button
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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