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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=AZqL...nel=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
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Still Life of Moving Parts
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I’m seasoning the words with the curry of my insanity
I’m ****ing the poem with all the skyscrapers on the New York City skyline!
I jump into your sleep
And I smash all your dreams into pieces with my sledgehammer!
I make love to the ocean & the sky & the entire universe!
I am this brief moment of everything!
I am Wolf Larsen!
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Poetry is a Construction Site
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The bricks that build the poem are words
The phrases of poetry soar like construction cranes
The Poet is a hard hat Worker that saws off pieces of the universe
And then the Poet welds & hammers the pieces of the universe to the poem
And the poem sounds like thousands of symphonies bashing & bashing into each other
Then the Poet sits on a park bench and watches all the galaxies of the universe spinning around each other
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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The Entire Universe Inside One Painting
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I was writing the poem that gave birth to the universe
When a transvestite Julius Caesar jumped out of Santa Claus’ butt
And then somebody else stole my brains
Then I started writing somebody else’s brain dripping all over the page
Meanwhile, my own brains were dripping all over the universe
So I called up the fire department
And 10,000 transvestite Julius Caesar clones arrived
To put out the fire of my brains burning all over the universe
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs as poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jFdk8Rv8KeM&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
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The Creation of the Universe in E Minor
A poem by Wolf Larsen
So I’m pissing on the United States of America
And then Shakespearean dialogue starts growing out of the ground 5000 miles high
Meanwhile, flying cows are flying through outer space
And the flying cows are reciting the verbs & nouns & additives that are giving birth to space alien civilizations
Then God has a heart attack
And God gets diarrhea and endless political speeches are shooting out of God’s *******
Then God explodes into billions of planets & moons & suns & comets & asteroids
All flying out of this poem
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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The Symphony of Pink & Blue
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The flying toilets of schizophrenia are here
So a thousand tubas in the clouds are playing your childhood
As Strawberry Fields grow out of everybody’s heads
So you hop skip & jump into the Land of Poetry
Which Construction Workers are building into the greatest musical ecstasy you’ve ever seen!
And now the symphony orchestra starts playing every impossibility you ever imagined!
So you & everybody else fly their magical turtles out of the end of the poem…
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Why Not Walk Around Naked?
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Why not fly the poem everywhere?
Why not build the poem out of billions of penises?
Why not paint paintings with pussy juices & cum & musical notes?
Why not proclaim your Penis to be a god?
Why not slash & stab the English language and throw it on the page like a bloody-thing to eat?
Why not stick your tongue into the big hole in the center of the universe
And make the universe cum a gushing flood of planets & suns & moons?
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Here Cums Tomorrow
A poem by Wolf Larsen
First I ejaculate all of America’s wars all over the faces of the Democrats & Republicans
Then I chop up symphonies & paintings & pornography and I throw it all in my poetry
Then I cook up my poetry with crack-cocaine
And as all the kangaroos hopping on all the planets smoke the crack-cocaine of my poetry
Beethoven ejaculates His symphonies all over the North American continent
And now everything is dripping with revolution
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gzCVZ_mBO5A&t=56s
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Warning: do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.
A Billion Beethovens Are in My Balzac Ready for Action!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I turn poetry into an animal!
I craaaaaash everything into poetry!
I devour everything and **** it into poetry!
I am a menage a trois of everything conquering & destroying & building a new that never ends!
The gargoyles on the sides of buildings recite my poetry all night long…
The sun orgasms my poetry all day!
Take off your clothes and lay in bed and beg to be ravaged by my poetry!
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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White Canvas, Black Words, Splattered Ink
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The poem is the swirling hurricane of a symphony flying around you
The poem jumps off the page and jumps out of my mind
And the poem is running among through all the alleyways of your mind
And now endless flowers of holiday colors
Are growing in all the alleyways of your mind
And neon verbs are blinking on-&-off everywhere inside your head
Thousands & millions & trillions of neon verbs blinking-and-blinking in your head
And then a thought in your head blossoms out of a seed
And becomes thousands of flowers of words
That demand to be thrown in a splatter of ink on the page
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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The Symphony of Mushroom Clouds
A poem by Wolf Larsen
All I want is to share my cannibalism with you
So I grab a beer bottle and I smash it over the head of high art
And then I suck high arts’ **** and I swallow all of its operas & sonatas & symphonies
I create a fauvist nude in the 12 tone serialism of Schoenberg
And then I dress Arnold Schoenberg up in high heels & French lingerie
And I declare the transvestite Arnold Schoenberg to be the new Jesus Christ
Then I paint the transvestite Arnold Schoenberg with cum juices & menstrual fluids
And then I create the greatest symphony - the last symphony of mankind - I create a symphony with mushroom clouds
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
