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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=dRc5...l=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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Warning: do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.
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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Warning: do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.
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
