Impossible Songs for a Fart Machine (Poems by Wolf Larsen)

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Bootily - Bop!
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I sit here in my smelly-sweaty underwear
Creating apocalypses with my words
While the piano is a storm crashing through everything
All the readers drowning in wave after wave of imagery
As everything ceases to exist
And the world howls out of the poem

Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen

Wolf Larsen performs his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dDEg...nel=WolfLarsen

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Your Feet Taste Like Chicken
A poem by Wolf Larsen

It’s a polka-reggae-opera
That tastes like laughter
With cubist blow jobs to all the architecture dancing everywhere
With gunshots and psycho symphonies
That taste like bellybuttons dripping with whiskey
As you smoke polka-reggae-opera
And play the piano of masturbation
And now you’re ejaculating your political speeches everywhere

Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen

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Blubba - Badubba - Dabubbly!
A poem by Wolf Larsen

My art movement is Cannibalism
Splashing paint & words & sexual juices in a pot of insanity that I serve to you
You and I dance a tango of gunshots & lots of sex dripping everywhere
My penis ejaculates impressionism & fauvism & futurism into all your minds
And in your mind everything grows with the afternoon sun
Until your mind explodes with the universe landing everywhere

Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen

Do You Want to Lick My insanity?
A poem by Wolf Larsen

My insanity tastes great with eggs
And whirlwinds of whiskey flying around you
As you snort the Italian Renaissance up your nose
Because Antonin Dvorak stabs you over & over again with skyscrapers
And then we build this ugly line of poetry with architectural brutalism
I love you with all my bellybuttons!

Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen

Wolf Larsen performs his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=43KwzTVy1AA&ab_channel=WolfLarsen

Let’s Eat Them! Let’s Eat Them All!
A poem by Wolf Larsen

A bunch of asses & elephants came over on the Mayflower
And the asses & elephants founded a red-white-&-blue prison state on the North American continent
A red-white-&-blue prison state built on the graves of the Native American peoples
And while Uncle Sam & the Statue of Liberty eat out each other’s ***
The feminists & born-agains launch the New Inquisition
And now books are burning throughout the land
And while the war profiteers, asses, & elephants sing “Over there! Over there!”
American bombs are falling from the sky on countries across the world
And while the white liberals & black nationalists tell hungry Americans to eat “white privilege”
The Klu Klux Kockroaches tell hungry Americans to eat “white pride”
Oh! We’re so hungry!
Let’s eat them!
Let’s eat them all!
Yummy!
Yummy yummy yummy!

Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Summer In March
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The first poem written on a park bench this year
Is a poem made out of question marks & human skin & birds singing for sex
As the flying birds fly from the moon to your head
And the ambulance sirens still screeching with the musical sounds of the pandemic
And the Canadian geese eating all the verbs & nouns & adjectives growing out of the ground
Then the geese **** poetry everywhere
As the rhythms of gunshots begin the symphony of spring
As the ladies show off bellybuttons & legs & decolletage
Like sex flowers blooming everywhere

Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen

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I Ate Your Dog
A poem by Wolf Larsen

What words to throw into the poem?
What spices of gunshots & tornadoes & Seurat to add?
Should I **** the poem up the *** with Picasso’s paintbrush?
Or should I **** myself up the *** with the Roman Army?
Or should we all spend the afternoon living inside of Romare Bearden’s “The Dove”?
It’s a beautiful summer day in Chicago in early March
Maybe the flames of hell will be laughing across California again this summer?

Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen

An interview with Wolf Larsen:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hbSURDWoyp4&t=346s&ab_channel=TheLoboDenPo dcast

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Poet, Park Bench, Sunshine
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I hide the poem in a thousand anuses
And as the birds sing the ending of the human race
I masturbate with words all afternoon
Until I’ve written 100 symphonies splashing with words & colors
And I **** my apocalyptic collages all over the world
Until magical dinosaurs eat the entire universe
And we all sleep like babies in our graves

Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen

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Sirens & Wind & Rain
A poem by Wolf Larsen

A building jumps out of your head
Then hundreds of buildings jump out of your hands
And your penis gets entangled with all the skyscrapers on the skyline
And your jism is falling all over the city
Then the violin slashes through a hundred years
And the paintbrush splashes exploding volcanoes & flying meteors & abstract expressionism everywhere
And now the poem has cum

Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen

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Trampoline Sex With Space Aliens
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Your belly is growing with space satellites & classical music & lust
After a night of Star Wars & sunsets & flying spermatozoa
And the stormy rhythms of Beethoven’s blowjobs
Makes the buildings all dance to disco music
As a transvestite Beethoven conducts the Chicago Sex Orchestra
In playing the great Pornographic Symphony in E Minor
Until all the neon brains of the Hare Krishnas explode with mushroom clouds

Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen

Eyeballs In All the Walls
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Dawn is crashing through the poem
While the sky is disappearing the city
The Impressionists are painting the world all over again
Flowers & vaginas & erect penises are all singing together that spring is here
A rain of verbs & nouns & adjectives is falling all over the land
And churches & symphonies & skyscrapers are growing out of the land
While all our naked bodies begin dancing the Rite of Spring in the streets together

Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen

Wolf Larsen performances poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=66Q11u0ymG0&ab_channel=WolfLarsen

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My Tongue Doing the Tango Between Your Legs
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I eat the luscious pussy of Claude Debussy’s music
My tongue is a violin giving all the listeners giant female orgasms
Giant female orgasms that are splashing on canvas after canvas
In painting after painting of musical notes crashing everywhere
As my penis plays the beautiful female body of the cello
With soft strokes of hard genius
That wins the applause of all the naked angels in heaven

Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen

Doomba - Plappphhh - Woooooo!
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The skyscrapers love you
The flying dogs & the flying skyscrapers spin around you & around you
Until the sidewalk is jumping from Mars to the moon & then Saturn
And you’re eating all the tasty adjectives
That are falling out of the paintings of Hieronymus Bosch & Peter Bruegel
And then Hieronymus Bosch & Peter Bruegel drive up in an 18 wheeler truck
And they tell you to hop aboard

Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen

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Impossible Songs for a Fart Machine
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I want the Middle Ages of Europe served to me in a hamburger
I want songs that erect buildings
I want erections that sing opera
I want the Italian Renaissance spurting out of the sun
I want to masturbate the Roman Empire
I want your black skin & breasts & pussy to be my Picasso
I want to be both a battering ram destroying the old world
And a rising construction crane building a new world

Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen

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You Padoopy - Ha ha ha Ha Goooong Doink!
A poem by Wolf Larsen

All I want to do is paint everything into existence
I want a thousand minds pouring into every line of poetry
I want to be King of a primitive primate called man
Because I am the greatest space alien
I will make construction cranes create art a thousand stories tall
I will rearrange all the galaxies of the universe with my bare hands
And my poetry & my spermatozoa & all of the solar systems of the universe will be a delicious collage
That I will shove down your throat
Bon appetit

Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen

Wolf Larsen performs his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n5Bz-ka6QkM&ab_channel=WolfLarsen