Ha-ha! The Wolf is Back!

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Pierre Boulez Conducting the Fires Burning in California
A symphony played by the bunny rabbits bouncing around in my balls
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Oceans are splashing around inside my head
The ground is moving up & east & north and around my thoughts
The trees are erupting out of the ground every day
The insects are screeching & howling for sex-sex-sex right now!
Everything is drooling with life under a sun that just gets bigger & bigger
And then the French horn has a thousand heart attacks with the sunrise

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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I Dare this Mother****er Walking Up to Try and Mug Me!
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I aim my penis at the sun
And I shoot flying dragons at the sun
The sun then sings me homicidal blood-filled symphonies for the next 1,000 years
So I grab the Empire State Building and I beat the blue sky upside the head with it
And then the Empire State Building turns into a giant penis in my hand
And I **** God up the *** with the giant penis in my hand
Then I **** all of the asses & elephants of Washington DC into the toilet of your brains
And then I wipe my *** with the Norton Anthology of Literature
And finally I ejaculate the south side of Chicago all over academia
And now I lay down in bed next to your naked wife

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Me doin' my poetry thing:

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Drinking Budweiser with God
A poem by Wolf Larsen

You’re drinking a six pack of cubism
When Igor Stravinsky suddenly crashes through your brains
And the Empire State Building jumps out of your butt
And the Empire State Building is dancing with the Chicago skyline
To a symphony of beautiful riots in the street
When suddenly the sky falls out of the sky
And all the up is filled with thousands of anuses
All singing of an eternal poem with the history of the universe inside of it

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

More Wolf Larsen acting out his poetry on YouTube:

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Cubist Still life of Empty Liquor Bottles, Crack Pipes, & Used Condoms
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I grab a knife and I start slashing & cutting the universe into pieces
And then I begin writing this poem with the blood of the space aliens
Then all the rap artists in my Balzac begin rapping a rap symphony of a thousand-bright-colors
The music sounds like the rat-tat-tat of AK-47s making love to the blue sky
And the blue sky becomes a beautiful lady opening up her legs to me

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Millions of Cats Meowing & Meowing in My Studio Apartment While I Chop Them Up & Eat Them One at a Time
A poem by Wolf Larsen

As thousands of cats fly around Salvador Dali
I stab General Franco over & over again as Salvador Dali watches
Then I paint an abstract expressionist canvas with General Franco’s blood
Afterwards, while I’m pissing on General Franco’s corpse
Salvador Dali’s wife comes to me naked and begs me to **** her
So I **** Salvador Dali’s wife while Dali watches us with an exquisite smile
Then I cum all over Salvador Dali’s face as he begs me for more

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Only the Insane are Sane
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Malcolm X sits on God’s throne in heaven laughing
While all the angels in heaven are carrying AK-47s and getting ready
And the Devil (a white woman) is sitting by Malcolm X’s side
(She’s his bride)
Oh no! A rhyme! And that’s when the space aliens invade heaven with their magical penis machines
Meanwhile, General Butt Naked is preparing a cannibal feast for the Italian Mafia
(Which is vacationing in Disney World)
But first a word from our sponsor

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Another one of my poems on YouTube:

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No Exit
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The flute sings with all of the freight trains rolling & rolling across the North American continent
While the jazz band paints a canvas of abstract expressionism & fauvism making love
The saxophone plays summer crashing & crashing into fall
While the drums are tearing apart the world into endless war
And the bassoon is wandering through a barren landscape of tree stumps trying to find a forest
And then the trumpet begins crying

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Blood Splashing Over Midnight Sky
A concerto played by the AK-47 quartet in a drive-by
A poem by Wolf Larsen

You’re searching for your head in the Sahara Desert
While your headless body is swimming through the Milky Way Galaxy
And your eyeballs are revolving around & around each other
And the ocean is drowning the sky
While your millions of clones are walking on all the planets and reciting this poem

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Orgasms! Orgasms! Orgasms!
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The winds are carrying away the old world
And the new poetry is jumping out of the sky
And everyone falls off the earth as they scream out the new poetry
And the booming-booming drums are an avalanche
Avalanches and tidal waves and wildfires storming across the landscape
Leaving a barren landscape to build a new orgasmic civilization

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Me reciting more poetry on YouTube - poetry & more poetry - yippeeeeee!!

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Segregation City Blues
A poem by Wolf Larsen

A Jew strung up on a cross
Ain’t much different than a black man hanging from a tree
There is a bunch of Clu-Clux-Cockroaches with guns over there
And we need some allies
Estos Latinos, ellos pueden hacer nuestros aliados
I said, these Latinos can be our allies
I worked alongside of them, and they taught me their tongue
And the poor and working-class whites,
Stop telling them that they’re “privileged”
Many of them don’t even know where their next meal is coming from!
Brother & Sister, we need allies
And we need guns
‘Cause if those Clu-Clux-Cockroaches got guns
We need them too

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Advance permission is given to all for the reproduction of the above poem, whether such reproduction is in physical or electronic form, as long as the author is given credit, and the purpose of such reproduction is not hostile.

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The Quiet After the Orgasm of World War III
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I turned into a bird and flew off into a paradise of colors
And a waterfall of fauvism was splashing its orgasm all over the earth
While billions of Charles Manson clones were making love to all the women of the earth
And the President of the United States was conducting World War III with his big baton/penis
And then the quiet came…

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[tonywalt]

There is a bunch of Clu-Clux-Cockroaches with guns over there - reminds me of Loud Reed's "For What It’s Worth" - 'There's a man with a gun over there'

[WolfLarsen]

So true! Things are getting pretty... is scary the word?
I think sometimes I have to get out of my ivory tower of Surrealism, or whatever it is I write, and write about something real for a change.
Here's a poem that's kind of real:

The World is Not OK
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I write my poetry with mushroom clouds
That are waiting for us just around the corner
And I wipe my *** with the speeches of capitalist politicians
I dance with the ever-increasing multitudes of homeless down falling-rising-streets overflowing with poverty
I embrace my own poverty & misery with a fake smile
That I throw at you when I tell you everything’s okay

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Drinking an Atomic Reaction
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The planet blew up and its vowels & consonants flew everywhere
Then the last poem ever written by man exploded out of your penis
And painted all your lusty verbs & adverbs & adjectives all over the black night
And now you’re driving down a road through thousands of vaginas
And you’re swimming inside the vagina of Mary of Bethlehem
And when you reach the smiling face of her sun
The sky begins to grow & grooooow

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Me reading another spontaneous poem on YouTube:

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Christians Nailing a Jewish Carpenter to the Cross
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Thousands of sunflowers, be groooowing ooout of my head
I said that, thousands of sunflowers are grooowing ooout of my head
Those sunflowers be grooowing, all the waaay to the staaaars!
Sometimes I be, fuuuucking my right haaand!
I said that, sometimes I be ****ing my right hand, all the waaay to Timbuktuuuu!
Right hand, I sure do, loooove yoooou!
Right hand, I love you like the Christians love the great buttocks of God!
My ancestor was a, Jewish carpenter in the Old World
Those Christians in the Old World, practically nailed that Jewish carpenter to the cross
So he crossed the ocean
No, he didn’t walk over the ocean to get here
He had to work seven looong years, to pay the passaaaage
Just To get away from, them Goddaaamn Christiaaaans
Just one problem thooough,
Those Christians are here toooooo!
And whether they’re PC liberals, or born-again conservatives
Some of these Christians sure give me the bluuuuues...

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen