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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=KEhf...nel=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
Advance permission is given to all to share this poem on the Internet, or in physical form, as long as credit is given to the author, the poem is not changed in any manner, and intent of such publication is not hostile.
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Stock Market Gerbil in Your Subway Tunnel
Now with New Improved Naked Polka dot People!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
You want some verbs to eat?
Dance with some Italian Renaissance?
Where’s the up-and-down when you need it?
How about giant sexual genitalia from the 19th century in the sky?
But you Art Deco skyscraper those booty holes with cocaine energy!
How about some fauvist-disco-music-color-factory
Surrounding your universe
And giving you some smiling shotgun blasts…
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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The Up and Down Mazes of You
a poem by Wolf Larsen
We are human strawberries together
We jump back-and-forth between erotic tomorrows and penis yesterdays
Our poetry drips with sunlight
While the flute hops & skips through a million impossibilities
And the Poet snorts all the adjectives & verbs & nouns up his nose
And the yesterdays & tomorrows run around and around each other
While the Poet runs naked throughout the centuries
As He sings with all the howling dogs of heaven & hell
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uZ5U8np-IRY&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
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Jippy – Hi! – Bops!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I paint the blue sky with music
And now the music in the sky is throwing thunderstorms at you
That’s when you grab a thought out of somebody else’s head
And you ride that thought around & around all the planets
And now flying birds & words & crashing seas of laughter
Are all flooding out of the thousands of faces
That are rolling and rolling around you
As you grab a paintbrush
To paint another poem
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Zoooorrrooommppphhh!!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Paul Gauguin is painting the pornography of ancient Rome in splashing orgies of color
Joan Miro is painting the sun & stars & moon rolling around and around
In a symphony that’s being conducted by Stravinsky
And all the painting & symphonies & everything else in the universe is dripping with words
Words that jump out of the universe like fish
Words & images & sounds fermenting and fermenting in our imaginations
Until our imaginations are drooling out of our mouths
As we all speak huge collages to each other
And then the poetry & the flute go dancing off to the Middle Ages together
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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The Restaurant of Beautiful Nightmares
a poem by Wolf Larsen
Our specials are strawberries over Cubist nightmares
Bourgeois pig rotisserie with a savory sauce of colorful fauvist jism
From the delicious paintbrush of Andre Derain
Fried 100 story skyscrapers over a bed of rice
In a restaurant with paintings of your naked wife all over the walls
With a naked Caligula as your waiter
At the surrounding tables sit space aliens & sex robots & Charles Manson clones
All stuffing tornadoes into their mouths
And drinking distilled alcoholic piss pouring from the musical instrument between God’s legs
For dessert we have mushroom clouds
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Eyeballs for Breakfast
a poem by Wolf Larsen
We return to a world that no longer exists
Where everything is as empty as the day before we were conceived
But salt & pepper all over that sentimental dead cat in a pan stuff!
Why don’t we dig into each other’s heads with shovels
And pull out all the singing birds in each other’s heads?
Or should we take a big bulldozer and flip the blue sky over?
You got any eyeballs to give me?
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cfytr6d4tqE&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
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Bleep them Blops!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Beethoven with his AK-47 is shooting musical notes at a hurricane
A bunch of sex robots jump out of the hurricane and begin butt ****ing the sexy sheep
Then Beethoven snorts a bunch of cartoon characters up his nose
And Mozart is smoking opium with all the sex robots
While the sexy sheep play video games with space aliens across the universe
That’s when God begins ejaculating a virtual reality into everyone’s minds
And reality & fantasy & virtual reality all begin giving each other blow jobs
On a giant testicle floating in the universe of a poem
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Hurricane Wolf Larsen is Cumming!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I **** you with a song
I impregnate you with musical notes
My spermatozoa are spaceships
My poetry is a sledgehammer smashing everything
My thoughts are a 360° symphony of knife-slashes & falling skyscrapers & orgies with nuns
I take out my Dick and I piss all over normality
I am as crazy as all the madmen in my balls
Who are all waiting for the next open-legged married woman
I want to **** thousands of wives tonight
In an arena filled with husbands watching & masturbating
And ejaculating the poetry in their balls all over each other
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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My Pen the Great Liberator
a poem by Wolf Larsen
I arrive in heaven on a flying testicle machine
Then I walk up to God sitting on his throne as I sing the praises of the buttocks of the Booty Booty Kingdom
And in Gregorian chants God recites to me His sacred recipe for crack-cocaine
Then the glorious chorus of cocaine whores & crack addicts sing the joys of crack-cocaine
That’s when I chop off God’s head with my giant pen
And I the Poet sit on the heavenly throne covered with God’s dripping blood
As Picasso & Attila the Hun & Dizzy Gillespie pull out their Dicks and crown me with their holy spermatozoa
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Spring Symphony on LSD
a poem by Wolf Larsen
The phrases of poetry grow out of the trees
And the birds fly out of the phrases of poetry
And jazz music rolls & flies & zooms out of the phrases of poetry
And graffiti art is jumping out of all the jazz music
And the graffiti art is fauvist phrases of buildings & words & faces
All flying and flying around you
As you walk around inside Wolf Larsen’s mind
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EvvY4oiz_SM&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
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Wolf Larsen & Attila the Hun Breaking Bread Together
a poem by Wolf Larsen
I’m punching & punching a Picasso sculpture with a bunch of verbs & adjectives & crazy nouns
Then I’m biting Salvador Dali’s ear off
And now a bunch of ghettos & factories & highways are pouring out of Salvador Dali’s head
That’s when Caligula comes and kicks me in the balls
So now I’m falling through this collage of New York City imagery all around me
Until I land inside of the reader’s bellybutton
And the reader watches as a horde of Wolf Larsen clones
Jumps out of his belly button
And all the Wolf Larsen clones are crashing through the next 1,000 years of human history
And devouring everything in their path
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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I Defecate Therefore I Am
a poem by Wolf Larsen
Descartes serves me a cup of coffee made out of grinded human brains
And now I’m drinking coffee as philosophers are floating in outer space around me
These are philosophers with whispering volcanoes in the middle of their faces
That spew endless rivers of lava & gobbledygook & silly putty
While the Poet sits on his throne above the babbling seas of philosophers
And the poet writes the philosophy of the swimming fish & singing birds into life
And the Poet creates the great orgy of words on paper
While the philosophers in their dunce caps dance around the Great Poet
As the Poet builds a giant Temple of Poetry with huge pillars of philosophy
And now poetry & philosophy are babbling & babbling day & night together
Under the laughing Sun & Moon
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Yesterday & Today & Tomorrow Dancing Around Each Other
A poem by Wolf Larsen
You were and will once again be zillions & zillions of atoms exploding through the universe
You were and once again will be billions of spermatozoa swimming into other solar systems
And human consciousness & space alien consciousness will be 2 solar systems dancing around each other
And artificial intelligence will be flowers growing out of the dead body of the human race
You will turn the corner, and see billions of human bodies floating away to their deaths
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Rooooooooaaaaarrr!!!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I am eating an entire Tyrannosaurus Rex for dinner
As all the mouths of all the gargoyles are opening-&-closing
With a stream of words dribbling & drooling out of the gargoyles’ mouths and into this poem
And then I grab a hammer & nails and I nail Eastern philosophy onto God’s *** in the sky
Then I play baseball on rollerskates with Jesus Christ & the Disciples
Until all the buildings grow wings and start flying around in the air
And the sun & the moon start kissing & kissing
While God watches & masturbates
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Concerto of Manic Depression
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The saxophone is playing thousands of different alphabets
The violins are creating tidal waves in all directions
The audience is riding one tidal wave after another
The entire brass section is blurting out one war after another
The trumpet keeps shouting out obscenities
And now the audience is riding across endless solar systems
And then the timpani drums destroy the planet Earth over & over again
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7eKmJOQnOl0
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Masturbating on the Roof of the Empire State Building
A poem by Wolf Larsen
It’s time to stab the audience with a poem
Just stab the audience and stab the audience repeatedly with phrases of poetry
Or maybe just repeatedly punch somebody with all the nouns & verbs & adjectives of my fists
I feel like painting the world with blood
My foot wants to kick Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony into somebody’s balls
Or maybe I should chop up the human race and throw them into a stew
A stew flavored with postmodern music & Andy Warhol’s spermatozoa & menstrual fluids
In fact, I paint menstrual fluids all over this poem
And now I lick the poem
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Santa Claus Clones Flying Eyeballs Up?
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I’d just assume **** all the space aliens up the *** with the General Theory of Relativity!
And why are eyeballs flying everywhere?
Let me get some Baroque **** on my Dick in this homoerotic palace of grizzly bears devouring each other!
Where’s those flying verses of Arabic calligraphy to snort of my nose?
The attacking hordes of Genghis Khan are jumping into our heads and raping & pillaging through our brains!
You better grab a stop sign quick!
And call all the lesbian nuns of the horny convents to make a construction site of your wife’s pussy with their tongues!
You going strawberry yet?
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Delicious Yummy Poem...
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The trombone is ****ing the human race with a bunch of everything
And earthquakes across the Milky Way Galaxy
Are turning everybody’s brains into solar systems of screaming faces & breasts & penises revolving around & around each other
While wave after wave of the violins throws bizarre architectural styles everywhere
Until all the cities of the world are drowning & flying in a million architectural styles all clashing & clashing with each other
And then all the readers start eating this poem together
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
And interview with Wolf Larsen:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dRc57rKcAKk&t=33s&ab_channel=MaddieWiener
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I’m Going to Marry a Kangaroo
A poem by Wolf Larsen
You wanna paint blue & yellow & purple in the bedroom with me?
Maybe we can make love to the sunshine...
A ménage-a-trois of you & me & the sunshine!
We’ll dance with the flute as God’s jism falls on us
Maybe we can do a bunch of tomorrows with 100 horny kangaroos!
I’m always painting thousands of me’s with the sunlight!
Maybe we can eat some outer space together
As all the politicians flying around us serenade us with the romance of war
Is nuclear war for dessert?
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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The Sunlight Laughing at You
A poem by Wolf Larsen
While 10,000 cockroaches are crawling out of this poem
I keep pissing endless tornadoes across the North American continent
While the clarinet plays graffiti art flowing in the air
And the birds all sing the orgy of spring together
And the audience riots and starts throwing planets at each other
While God conducts World Wars one & two & three crashing and splintering and ka-booming across all the continents
And now all the rats are making immaculate conception together
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Whoopsy Baduuppyyyy WooooooW!!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The sunshine & the clarinet jump & swirl around each other
The flowers smile & sway with the clarinet
And the rain & the words & the wind become a ménage-a-trois
The rain is the rhythm of the words bopping and bopping and bopping on your head
And then the ground starts moving-back-and-forth with the music
As a thousand colors drip out of the sky
And the streets & graffiti art are flying around each other
As a train shoots through the poem
And then the reader jumps out of the train
And lands on another planet
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Big Dick Poet
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I’m playing my trumpet concerto for a big hairy pussy
Because the entire Milky Way Galaxy is in your pussy
But your booty hole is an art museum
Sometimes I roll the rain falling from the sky up into a cigarette
And I smoke it
That’s when the Tuesdays be crashing all over the Land of Bellybuttons
Or is it the Wednesdays that be wobbling and the solar system be wobbling and now God is wobbling
And now God is falling
Into the past
And the Poet becomes the new Big Dick Master of the giant whorehouse of the universe
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NONVH353Uzg&t=1s&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
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Bluuuuueeeeerrrrrrppphhhhffff!!!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
10,000 dogs are chewing & biting holes through your brains
As you’re simultaneously running naked through hundreds of streets all over the world
And you’re screaming the most delirious paintings at the universe
As you’re being chased by all the marauding armies of history
And then suddenly you’re making love to a transvestite Ronald McDonald clown
On a beach on the planet of Pluto
When suddenly a giant flying penis crashes into the poem
And now you’re walking through a universe with pieces of the scattered poem floating everywhere
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Thousands of Years of Orgasms in One Glorious Afternoon!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I declare myself to be the Idi Amin of poetry!
My cannibalism will be the most delicious cannibalism ever played by a symphony orchestra!
With my baton I will conduct the endless wars of syphilis & gonorrhea!
And the birds will sing my poetry to the zombies
As the zombies crawl out of their graves…
Do you love me?
Of course you all do!
I will build all my poems with human genitals & squiggling tongues!
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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The Rumba of Sunshine
A poem by Wolf Larsen
10 trombones are creating happiness together
The conga drums are doing the dance of Winter & Spring jumping & frolicking around each other
The bass is playing all the way from the planet of Pluto
The conductor with his baton is painting the warm tropics
The 10 trombones throw 10 different phrases of poetry into the audience
The audience dance wildly to the poetry for the rest of their lives
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Drip… Drip… Drip…
A poem by Wolf Larsen
A bunch of Art Nouveau is dripping out of your penis
And suddenly your studio apartment is pregnant with France
And as all the streets & buildings & art museums of Paris France grow inside your studio apartment
Your penis & your right hand play Claude Debussy’s La Mer together
And now you’re suddenly adrift in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean
You scream for help but only the space aliens from other galaxies can hear you
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pwXN7bVY4uM&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
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At the International Conference of Eating Pussy
A poem by Wolf Larsen
As she sits on my face she sings out choruses of medieval monks burning everything down
And as she performs fellatio on all the skyscrapers of the skyline
The piano & bass & drums play all the mouths & anuses & dicks of Boystown playing a disco-jazz-collage together
And the alto sax is playing a phrase of graffiti art rolling across the landscape
As the cargo train rumbles & rolls through flying cities & burning countrysides & screaming forests
Until the night crashes into this poem
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Blup! Juuuppss! Frrooonnkk!! Hi! Hi?
A poem by Wolf Larsen
It’s an orgy of birds singing sex to all the moons & stars
Sex-!-sex-!-sex jumps out of spring which jumps out of winter
While the sidewalks & crowds of people & flowers all grow out of the symphonies
And the symphonies dash & jump around the cities
And the phrases of poetry hop & skip & jump out of the page and down the street
And the street jumps off the earth and onto another planet
And then the poem explodes
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Splattered Musical Notes on a Canvas
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I lift up my pen and create spinning galaxies on the page
My pen splatters graffiti art on the page
Graffiti art that rumbles off the page and jumps on the sides of freight trains rumbling through the cities
My pen creates the cries & songs of millions of birds throughout the world
And all the cries & songs of the birds becomes the brass section of the symphony crying & singing
And the symphony notes that are crying & singing lifts the audience up
And now all the audience members are floating up into all the galaxies of the universe
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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You & Me in the Garden of Eden
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I conquer the entire universe and I give it to you!
You can sit on the faces of all the men (and women) of the world
As long as all of our 30 kids are mine! (And yours)
I want to fill the world with you & me!
You are my Modigliani nude!
You are my field of sunflowers!
The sun rises in the morning to tell you that I love you!
And the sun sets in the evening to tell you that I love you forever!
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vf1QyUtZos0&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
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Magical Erections of Poetry
A poem by Wolf Larsen
1,000 years after I die I jump out of my grave
And with my right hand & my Dick I magically erect
Giant cathedrals of dippy do and ha-ha-ha
And now millions of neon Jesus Christs are flying around the sky
As all the Presidents of the United States of America crawl around our pubic hairs and give political speeches
So I create a river of magical verbs flowing through everyone’s brains
As I ejaculate my poetry everywhere
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Too Much Happy
A poem by Wolf Larsen
My head is a big Gothic cathedral
And the entire universe is inside the big Gothic cathedral inside my head
And all the billions of galaxies swirling around inside my head
Give birth to flash floods of poetry
Gushing out of this pen
Hey reader,
Let’s have a beer together
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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God & the Devil Walking Hand-in-Hand in the Garden of Eden
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The solar system is filled with so much booty hole to love!
Hearts & penises to feast upon under the rainbow sky!
How about some zig-zags to jump & skip?
The Sun & Moon be wearing their pants so tight!
Got to get the lips of Michelangelo’s David around my ****!
You want to cum over for some World War III?
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs as poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AZqLVW2xAXM&ab_channel=WolfLarsenhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AZqLVW2xAXM&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
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The 10,000 Booty Holes of Joy!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I am 10,000 booty holes singing you opera!
Let’s jump in a bulldozer and move the Milky Way Galaxy across the universe!
Then we can **** a thousand musical styles into the architecture of this city!
I love you when your pants be hanging down like that!
Looking at your booty is like looking into Salvador Dali’s imagination stretching beyond forever…
And now all the words of the English language are bouncing around in my Balzac!
You wanna swallow some poetry?
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Injecting Poetry Into Your Arm
A poem by Wolf Larsen
We’re dismantling the universe
And we’re building a new universe
In a factory of poetry
And on the thousands of assembly lines in the factory of poetry
We’re building planets of happiness and planets of sadness and planets of schizophrenia
The planets of schizophrenia are made out of songs
The planets of sadness are made out of talking-strawberry-testicles
The planets of happiness are made out of your drooling saliva
By the way, the skin on your body is made out of a space alien’s thoughts
And now it’s time to inject you with canned laughter
Roll up your sleeve, please
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
