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Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.
Barfing My Poetry All Over the Milwaukee Avenue Busstop
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Your booty & my booty are so happy together!
It’s like the incestuous twins of the sun & the moon
Making illegitimate babies together
As God sings us a purple & blue & green opera
And you & I we ejaculate our correct English grammar all over the blue sky
And then a thousand demons scream out of your throat
As we bicycle together to the entrance to hell
Where we find the giant river of born-again Christian spermatozoa
That flows out of the preacher’s mouth every Sunday
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his novels & poetry & plays on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Soq2...nel=WolfLarsen
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Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.
A Ticket to Insanity…
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Everybody is pissing their brains all over me
As I dance in the sunlight of your ancestors
And now all the world’s fish are swimming out of my penis
And into the aquarium of the Queen of England’s vagina
As a million Poets all eat the **** out of my brains
And then I have extramarital sex with all the purple & pink giraffes
In that neon mushroom land
That’s growing all over your naked body
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.
Some Coke With Your American “Culture” Wars?
A poem by Wolf Larsen
**** **** Crap & Jizz are my best friends!
That’s why fried rich liberals are delicious!
So just fill the toilet with all your capitalist political speeches and flush!
Or maybe we should perform our poetry naked at poetry readings
While the audience spanks & spanks each other
Why does anybody care which capitalist gobbledygook is in the White House anyway?
Let’s just **** cheeseburger-American-culture out of our booty holes
And onto the assembly lines of corporate literary pooh
But I really love your fake booty of a mile long
So let’s meet on tinder and make kids now
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.
I Jizz Peace-on-Earth All Over My Food!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I create poetry with magical dildos!
I do the art with the wildest masturbations!
I raise my arms and summon up a thousand skies!
Our Penises shall give birth to a million new Jerusalems!
We shall all be Messiahs of the bedroom!
Our spermatozoa shall be 100 colors!
We shall turn outer space into an abstract expressionist canvas with our ejaculations!
And then we shall pee a new religion all over each other!
Because God is in between our legs!
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Charlie Chaplin Dancing on the Moon
A poem by Wolf Larsen
My penis is laughing & laughing at the born-again Christians & feminists
While the poem is sliding and falling and flying around me
And I’m chasing the poem across deserts & forests & cities as it runs away from me
When I’m suddenly drowned in a river of schizophrenic words sent from Mars
So my corpse grabs a tornado in each hand
And I send the twin tornadoes crashing through the corporate publishing industry
And from the rubble of the corporate publishing industry giant wonderful poems & plays & novels grow everywhere
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.
African White Man
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I’m smoking the entire universe rolled up in a fauvist craziness
I’m drinking all the impressionist waterfalls falling out of your mother’s pussy
I’m dancing a politically incorrect nudity with all the Roman emperors
As the city zips & zaps all around me
Because I am the 10,000 faces of happiness
I am the Insane Symphony Orchestra playing a 24 hour pussy war with dick
Especially when the space aliens taste like purple & orange verbs
And now it’s time to chop myself up & eat myself for dessert
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z1-rRe8b3PU&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
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Incestuous Animal Music
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Everyone marries their own brothers or sisters
And the inborn children dance night & day to the gunshots
While the orgies rage in all the radios in our minds
And the trees all dance to disco music
While the transvestite riots of happiness
Splash across the universe of sexual juices
While all the human languages form a collage in your ear
And your eyes fall out of your head and bounce all over the world
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.
Let’s Vomit All Over the Pledge of Allegiance Together!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Let’s sing the Genital Herpes National Anthem!
We’ll paint the red white & blue all over our wet dreams!
And the clarinet will play a bunch of sexy verbs
The French horn will play the Queen-of-England giving Mohammed Ali a blow job
And Jesus & all the disciples will cum in your wife
Let’s say we snort the American President’s State-of-the-Union address up our noses
And then we’ll play the Brandenburg Concertos of our limp penises all afternoon
Bring your 500 sexy blowup dolls!
It’ll be fun!
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.
A Poem With Muscles
A poem by Wolf Larsen
A bunch of verbs & nouns & additives are growing out of my toilet and up past the sky
So I steal the morning
And everybody is like “where did morning went?”
And then I shoot a thousand grammar teachers with my uzi
And as I ejaculate all my stars & moons & planets all over their corpses
A disco band plays some sexy-sexy toxic masculinity
While the big moon testicle in the night sky winks at you
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.
Thou Shall Eat Pussy
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I build a giant temple out of orgasms
I build a new religion out of erections
I write a new bible with pussy juices
And thousands of tongues jumping out of this new bible will make your pussy happy
Very very happy
That is why the teakettle is screaming clouds into the sky
And the screaming clouds in the sky taste delicious
Because the clouds taste like licorice pussy
And eating pussy the is one of the Ten Commandments
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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The Happy Song of the Guillotine
A poem by Wolf Larsen
With the background music of thousands of human heads falling out of the guillotine machine
I sing of flowers growing out of millions of planets
As the working class gleefully dances and plays catch & football with the decapitated heads of the bourgeoisie
I preach the poetry of everyone frolicking naked in the Garden of Eden
As the gods of the space aliens bless us with their ejaculations falling from the sky
And we all sail across the Painter’s imagination
As we fly the giant flying grasshoppers
Through giant skies dripping with words
Until we inhabit all the planets of the universe
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nDqqFuE5xaM&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
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A Still Life of Happiness
A poem by Wolf Larsen
My penis calls to the human race!
And to the space aliens too!
Because every poem should invent a million new things!
Every poem starts hopping & jumping!
And we all start hopping & jumping from one space alien’s imagination to another
And then we invent colorful-happy-machines
And the machines invent colorful-new-landscapes
Where a naked human race frolics with colorful-new-words
As bright colors fall all over the world
And now the earth is painted with happiness
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Would You Like a Feminist Nuclear War or a Toxic Masculine Nuclear War With Your Coke & Fries?
A poem by Wolf Larsen
So I give my herpes to all the politicians in Washington
As a special gift
And then I poop my diarrhea onto the assembly lines of American fast food
And it’s as delicious as World War 3 in your tummy!
And then waves of patriotic red-white-&-blue syphilis
Begin splashing all over the world
As Uncle Sam bombs the planet Earth for democracy & big boobs
As the liberals & the conservatives argue over whether a white man or a black woman should push the atomic button
Ka - BooooooooooM
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Dancing to Air Raid Sirens
A poem by Wolf Larsen
So I’m snorting a bunch of punk rock up my nose
While we dance to the end of American “civilization”
And pee all over each other
While the black woman & white man candidates for Biggest *******/***** in the world (US President)
Both talk endless red-white-&-blue diarrhea out of those toilets in their faces
And we dance to the American bombs falling all over the world
And the screams & shouts of humanity
As the air raid sirens sing the song of war-waaar-waaaaaaaar
Will it be an itchy black female or white male finger on the atomic button?
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Xlrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeee!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The poem jumps around you
And the poem kicks you in the ***
When suddenly your brain starts going East & West & North & South
And everybody’s brains starts exploding with millions of new words
While architects throw a thousand new languages into every building
And our hands start creating new universes
While the words falling out of our mouths become gigantic collages of chaos
And the ending of the poem drips out of your brains
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.
My Balls Are Happy!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I take a boat to the stars & the future & your pussy
And then all the stars & planets & tornadoes jump into Uncle Sam’s butthole
And Uncle Sam sings a politically correct opera to all the grizzly bears
The grizzly bears all jump on motorcycles and ride off into abstract expressionism
Jackson Pollock then vomits the national anthem all over the moon
And space aliens across the universe moon the planet Earth
And everybody on the planet Earth gets on their knees and prays to Mickey Mouse in the sky
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qu9PO_5At4s&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
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Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.
A Liberace Julius Caesar Anal Sex Disco Song
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I’m a space alien from my mother’s vagina
Why should I care about human gobbledygook?
I eat 7 continents of eyeballs
While I drink all the political speeches
That are forming around in the two tennis balls hanging from your crotch
And together we lay naked on the sidewalk
While the tourists sing their surprise out of their bulging eyes
And then we perform a anal-sex-sculptures
As millions of miles of Shakespearean dialogue
Falls out of the sky
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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A Line of Verbs
A poem by Wolf Larsen
My penis will save the human race!
And the cucumbers & apples of blippy-wippy-zippy is now!
Because we are all exclamation points!
We are all question marks!
Because we are all a bunch of psychotic tomorrows!
Exotic tomorrow! Crazy tomorrow! Delicious tomorrow!
Let’s all zock and badiddle and sing with our pusses!
Or sing with our bellybuttons!
What kind of tomorrow will you snort up your nose?
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.
Chopping Andy Warhol Up Into Pieces
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The flowers are ejaculating pretty words into the air
And bizarre sculptures with tits & dicks & anuses & lips are walking everywhere
And all the skyscrapers are screaming into outer space
While the traffic lights kiss the air with red-yellow-green, red-yellow-green
While spaceships crash into our imaginations
And our imaginations build endless universes on top of each other
And then all the endless universes pour into our brains
While we sing bizarre art at each other
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Dugga Plappies Goin’ Fwap-Fwap-Fwap!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Beethoven is in the whorehouse of heaven creating symphonies of spermatozoa
With all the dead transvestite Presidents of the United States of Whatever
As phrases of poetry crash & bang on all the planets
And the dinging-dinging trains
Are all flying off to giant oranges & watermelons & apples in the sky
While space alien bugs throughout the universe sing operas of splashing colors
That splatter all over the canvas of one poem after another
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.
Sunny Thursday With Raspberry Sauce
A poem by Wolf Larsen
A thousand clones of you jump out of your dog’s mouth
And suddenly the sky is filled with millions of smiles
And under all the smiles in the sky the thousand clones of you
Are all dancing to Mozart masturbating a concerto
With a walrus playing the cello
5,000 Ronald Reagans playing the piano together
And Uncle Sam is on the drums playing somebody’s big booty making lots of noise
That’s when God & the Devil show up on motorcycles
And sell you some weed
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HNcgsZO9Xmc&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
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Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.
Afternoon Encounter With Blue & Yellow
A poem by Wolf Larsen
She’s about to get pregnant from the sun & the moon
The words are swimming from the poem and into her pussy
She can feel poetry swimming up inside of her
It feels so warm
It feels so glory hallelujah
It feels so beautiful sunny day inside of her body
And the stranger’s sperm feels like 100 somersaults of joy
As her smile grows like the South & North American continents making love
Again & again
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.
Happy Syphilis For President!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I was sticking each word of the poem on a different planet
And on a plate in front of you is now thousands of different planets
And as you shove planets from all over the universe into your mouth
Your butthole sings a McDonald’s opera
To all of the puppies jumping out of Wolf Larsen’s ears
And now the doctor is shoving the Aurora Borealis up your butt
As he looks into your brains for some happy syphilis
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Hotter and Hotter and Hotter!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Our brains begin boiling out of our heads
Everything we touch turns into fire
Your skin starts melting into words
You gather up the words of flesh
And you write your poetry
Under a sky that’s orange 24 hours a day
All the portraits in the paintings rip their clothes off
And scream with words of fire
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Warning: do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.
Taking the Bus to Satan’s Butthole
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I am a Tyrannosaurus Rex that writes poetry
I’m a circus clown of words
I’m the porno star stud of masturbation
I’m a bunch of tomorrows in your today
Are you my blue sky?
Are you my Jizz Goddess?
Here we are in this immaculate conception space station
So let’s make some abstract expressionism together!
Let’s conquer the 19th century with our nuclear missiles!
So Picasso will paint the Paleolithic Era all over our wet dreams
I’ll get some politically correct dildos from the Mayor
See you soon!
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.
The Fish in the Sky Are Screaming
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The Empire State Building ejaculates the stars & moon & sun all over the Puritans on the Mayflower
And then as you’re snorting all the buildings of Manhattan up your nose
10,000 bunny rabbits suddenly jump out of your booty hole
So you climb up a run-on sentence that’s growing millions of miles up into the sky
And then you juuuuuuuuuuuuump
And you land on stage at a comedy show
And the audience all jump inside your head
But instead of laughing they all start screaming & screaming
Copyright 2021 by wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NdQu0vE28Pk&t=1s&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
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Warning: do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.
Where’s Outer Space?
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I zoop the testicle machine
Because walnuts with strawberries from the moon
Are my favorite symphonies!
Especially with all the crack-cocaine-hieroglyphic-speeches
Goin’ on in Washington DC
(and all the other nations’ capitals)
I was thinkin’ that the stars are as delicious as your pussy!
Is outer space in your pussy?
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Walking to Hell
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The Penis Conquerors of the Strawberry Peoples
Were singing my glorious diseases and your glorious diseases and their glorious diseases
To all of the lions & tigers stampeding down the streets
And the streets were going up-and-down like waves of yesterdays
And the only thing to do was call up your favorite dead relative
On one of those 1970s public telephones growing out of some Martian’s head
And tell them (the dead relative)
That everything is burning
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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The Drums of Crazy
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I pull billions of poems out of all the asses of the human race
Then I dance to the cubism that you’re screaming out of your mouth
Then your feet begin stomping tidal waves of mental illness into the earth
And all our belly buttons go schizophrenic
While space aliens on planets across the universe play-the-drums and play-the-drums
And all the words in all the languages everywhere dance-to-the-drums and dance-to-the-drums
And then a tidal wave of everything crazy
Begins splashing around in your head
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Warning: do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.
A Little Happiness…
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Claude Monet paints one of my poems
As I sit here in front of a pond with words growing out of it
The floating penises & breasts & butts of the passing clouds overhead
Sing with the orgies of heaven above
As the African drums nearby create verbs and more verbs and more verbs
That dance with all the nouns forming in your mind
And the words jumping back-and-forth in the bar you just left
All falling & crashing down at the end of the poem
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Worms of Creativity Crawling Through Your Mind...
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I crash through the wall of poetry
I paint all the sunlight on this canvas
All my zig-zagged craziness I sing with paint
Paint & words that I crash together all night long
I am as gay and straight as a bisexual solar system
Of planets filled with beautiful men
All painted by a space alien Michelangelo
In a different universe
On the other side
Of your mind
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LE3MQqIkhA4&t=7s&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
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Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.
Garbage Truck Morning
A poem by Wolf Larsen
It was the chlamydia of your dreams
It was some cinnamon in your Milky Way Galaxy
It was pubic hairs growing out of your politics
It was a giant erection growing out of the priest’s forehead
During Sunday mass
Because I love you like a mosquito loves your blood
I will give you all the madmen of the universe
Splashing through your vagina
And now with my baby at your tit
You remember me with sadness and a smile
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.
My Sperm in New Awoke Flavors!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
It’s a Stop-&-Go Jism Festival
Made out of masturbations & poetry
It’s a thousand ejaculations of words all over the page
Every day
It’s the Punk Rock Orgasm Armageddon
With CIA wet dreams in the 10,000 booty holes of this Shakespeare play
It’s drive-by shootings in a funky cool disco beat
It's a child-molesting pizza parlor with endangered species & God’s jizz as my favorite toppings
Somewhere in the Washington DC of my vagina
(I had one installed last week)
In my forehead
I’m going to use an electric Washington Monument as my patriotic vibrator
I’m cumming soon! I’ll be there!
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.
Streetlight, Lightning, Words
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The poem is a place where a thousand clowns are ****ing each other up the ***
The poem is an event where the Poets dance like crazy words
And the dancers dance like science crashing into religion
And the musicians play earthquakes rushing up from the page
The poem is a time a moment a Ka-boom a flying of verbs
The poem is a music a dance a WOW a flood of faces
The poem somersaults out of the page
And lands in the sea and swims away
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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A Dead Bird Singing
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The crickets are jumping out of poems and into other poems
And huge planets are floating up out of our minds
And we watch space stations full of rolling marijuana fields
Revolve and revolve around the phrases of poetry
While all the verbs bite us with emotion
And the crickets sing a bunch of naughty nouns
And the ding-dinging-rumbling-trains fly in-&-out of the graffiti murals
That we paint with our brightly colored poetry
And then we jump into the ground
And lay there
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.
My Balls Care About Correct English Grammar!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Suddenly, I start barfing capital letters everywhere
Meanwhile, incorrect spelling keeps jumping out of my butt
My grammar teacher is whipping & whipping me as she pees on me
Please, more!
While a bunch of conjunctions begin swimming out of my penis
All the conjunctions begin devouring the body of Aristotle
While Aristotle screams a bunch of run-on sentences
And the Queen starts giving Aristotle a blow job in perfect English
And Shakespeare who’s been watching & masturbating
Ejaculates a bunch of Old English spellings
All over the earth or is it Earth?
Because My Balls really care!
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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A Jewish Thor Named Wolf Larsen
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Thousands of skies and phrases of poetry dash & fly & sing around each other
As you smash a beer bottle over the head of the poem
And the poem bleeds blood & words & violence
As you piss your toxic masculinity all over the liberal aristocracy
And then you jump up into the thunderclouds
And you raise your electric hands
And you crash lightning into everyone’s minds
And everyone’s minds are flying through millions of years & solar systems
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V3woJcDQaJs&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
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Your Fellow Man is Delicious!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
My hands smell like your death
Your blood all over the walls is poetry
I’m chopping up your corpse like an artist
As your flesh simmers over the fire
I masturbate to the beat of a thousand angry symphonies
The aroma of your cooking flesh carries the language of happiness to my nostrils
As I cook you your eyeballs on the counter
Watch me with a most peculiar stare
And now your eyeballs watch me eat you
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Eight Thousand Orgasms a Day
A poem by Wolf Larsen
All of history jumps off the page and crashes into the reader’s face
The reader’s face splinters up into a Cubist sculpture
Then the reader’s mouth recites graffiti-art-murals for the next thousand years
And for the next thousand years the human race dances to the zigzagging-crashing-letters of graffiti-art-murals
Until the ending of the poem eats through the reader’s face
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
