The Ministry of Lost Feet. I needed that. Thanks Wolf. Keep Well x
The Ministry of Lost Feet. I needed that. Thanks Wolf. Keep Well x
Before sunlight can shine through a window, the blinds must be raised - American Proverb
Thank you Delta. I'm trying. You too, keep well.
"...the ramblings of a narcissistic, self-obsessed, deranged mind."
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A Bedtime Story for Immaculate Conception Lovers
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The people are flying past me like comets & asteroids
The music dances with the universe
The universe dances with the poetry
The poetry jumps into your ballsack and then it explodes into the sheep you're ****ing
And now the sheep is pregnant with the Roman Empire
And then the Roman Empire explodes out of the sheep and conquers all the space aliens in the universe
And then Mother Teresa dresses in sexy-French-lingerie and arrives at your apartment late at night
And all night long you & Mother Teresa make thOuSaNdS-oF-erOtic-sCuLptuReS tOgether
And then everyone in all those Italian Renaissance paintings jump out into the real world and have orgies with each other
As the Afro-Brazilian drums play orgies-and-more-orgies-and-more-orgies
And the orgies & the music splash across the world
And now the ending of the poem is pregnant from a beautiful stranger
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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The Year of The Nightmare
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Each poem carries you further away into eternity
My poems are now written to the-rhythms-of-ambulance-sirens
The corpses now drift out of my poems
And the skyscrapers cry long rivers of bright paint
That flow & drip & splash into the poem
While the sky hurts
Then I dip my pen into your brains
And I write your brains flowing across the page
I write graffiti art across the page
Then I write graffiti art across the universe
And then I lay down in the blood flowing from the corpses of Millions
And I sleep inside of one of your dreams
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Springtime During the Plague
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Everyone sticks their heads into the toilet
And begins reciting poetry to the Gods
As endless ambulance sirens all scree-e-e-a-am a horror story together
Then huge tidal waves of despair & hopelessness begin crashing everywhere you look
As the whales swim out of the ocean and begin beaching themselves on other planets
And as endless multitudes die of the plague the capitalist politicians both liberal & conservative jump out of our anuses and sing endless excuses in a musical entitled “Blah! Blah Blah!”
And then the poem begins crawling all over your skin
While the sun in the sky grabs a hammer and begins crashing all the buildings into pieces
And you walk through the rubble of former cities screaming to all of the planets & suns & moons in the sky
And then you find yourself walking down a twisting-&-turning-hallway to your own execution
And the Son & The Father & the Holy Ghost are now all pointing their machine guns at you
And as you look at the machine guns pointed at you
You recite a poem for the last time
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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I am the Horniest Poet the World has ever Seen!
a poem by Wolf Larsen
I ejaculate my symphonies all over the world
I impregnate all of the space aliens with my poetry
I splish-and-splash my poetry all over the paintings
And the paintings are dripping with my wonderful psychosis
As I erect wonderful psychosis into one sculpture after another
Because I am the Conductor of a Worldwide-Orgy-of-Psychosis
And as I impregnate every living organism under the sun with my poetry
I scream poetry to the Mountains & the Sun & the Moon
And then everything crashes into pieces-&-musical-notes-&-splashes-of-paint
As I rip all of the suns & moons & planets out of the sky
And I throw them into my poetry
My words shoot down entire armies
And the women of the earth rip off their clothes and surrender to my poetry
And I the Poet & all the women of the Earth make one Great Immaculate Conception Symphony together
And 9 months later a human race of Poets are born
And with my mighty pen I slay all the babies that are not mine
With my mighty pen I castrate all the other men upon the Earth
And I replace the holy bible with my own Book of Sin
And as the human race reads my blasphemous bible called The Book of sin
The human race throws their naked bodies into a giant orgy of arts & literature & music
And then I grab the poem and I shove it up the *** of god
Because I am the Poet Wolf Larsen, I am the Almighty, I am the only Almighty
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Hard Hat, Sledgehammer, & Pen
a poem by Wolf Larsen
I take a wrecking ball to the sky
And I smash the sky into pieces
And then I take the broken pieces of the sky and I create a sculpture with it
I ejaculate my imagination all over the universe
I grab a sledgehammer and I smash Washington DC & Wall Street into pieces
And then all of the capitalist politicians both Democrat & Republican line up to suck my dick
And when I ejaculate graffiti art into their mouths they smile and swallow
Because my graffiti art is poetry
And my poetry is a sweet tasting vanilla
And then I grab my sword and I start slashing the universe into pieces
And with all of the broken pieces of the universe I build this poem
With screwdrivers & hammers & construction cranes I build this poem into an eternity falling up into the sky
And I create a new sky with my giant hands
And the sky breathes with my poetry
I am a Blue Collar Poet in a hard hat building a new tomorrow
I am a grave-digging Poet that will give the ruling class a nice long place to sleep 10 feet under
My poems speak of the coming revolution
The 1789 of the 21st Century
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Sunshine Music
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The Immaculate Conception choir
Is singing this poem to you
And all of the store mannequins in the windows are playing the violins
As the empty streets scream with sexual desire
And all of the flowers growing out of these words
Begin ejaculating poetry all over the human race
As the sunshine smiles from above
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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How I Became a Space Alien
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I write my symphonies with your blood
I rip your head off your body and I devour your head
I feed your castrated penis to all of the flying vaginas in the air
Then I jump inside your belly button and I land inside of a different universe
Then the symphony orchestra plays thousands of different universes
Meanwhile, I have given your feet away to somebody else
And your buttocks are being served up in a 4-star restaurant
Where the waiters are all pink flamingos
And the chefs all have televisions as heads
And while the patrons eat your buttocks
They are serenaded by Genghis Khan & Attila the Hun playing the violin
Meanwhile, somewhere east of the Moon
Giant trees with human heads as leaves
Are growing out of all of the rusting abandoned cars
Left behind by an extinct human race
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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I **** My Imagination into the Sky
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I stare with Wonder at all of the motorcycles in the sky
And then all of the skyscrapers grow legs and start walking towards me
I start running away from all of the skyscrapers
But then suddenly I'm swallowed by the Virgin Mary's vagina
So now I'm standing on stage on Broadway with my penis jumping out of my crotch
And my penis is reciting Shakespeare to an audience of cannibalistic Psychopaths
Who are all devouring each other while my penis performs Shakespeare on stage
And then one of the monsters riding motorcycles through the sky
Grabs me
And I find myself riding on a motorcycle into someone else's poem
And in the other poem Beethoven is conducting a Shakespearean-Rock-Opera
But all of the musicians & actors are devouring each other in a beautiful act of poetry - cannibalism
So The Shakespearean-Rock-Opera is cancelled
And Beethoven gets restless and becomes a member of the Hell's Angels motorcycle gang
And Beethoven rides his motorcycle into somebody else's imagination
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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The Title of this Poem was Eaten by a Bird
A poem by Wolf Larsen
My penis blasts off to the Moon
And millions of space aliens jump out of my penis and inhabit the Moon
Once on the moon all the space aliens build huge cities made out of talking vaginas
And all of the talking vaginas on the moon sing us exotic operas from outer space
And we dance like crack-smoking-zombies to all of the operas falling from the sky
And then we - all seven billion of us on Earth - all write a poem together
And our poem is a tidal wave crashing through the minds of space aliens
On millions of different planets
And then we all die of some happy plague while the jazz band plays the orgies of ancient Rome
And then the birds sing a big welcoming to Spring
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Cleopatra, Camels, & Space Aliens All Dancing to Disco Music Together
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Do you taste the sunlight?
Do you stick out your tongue and lick & lick the music?
Do your hand & your penis love singing duets together?
Do the space aliens talk to you through Beethoven symphonies?
Do the stars in your sky ejaculate huge imaginations all over you?
Does the empty page attack you with a glaring stare when you write?
Have your feet walked all over the world?
Do your feet yearn to walk all over the universe?
Is the sky a barrier to your imagination?
Do your arms long to embrace the space aliens with a sexual love?
Do the sheep in Montana call to your penis?
Do you want to conquer the human race with your pen?
Do you want to impregnate all the women on the planet Earth?
Do the colorful colors in your ballsack want to explode all over canvases?
Does the ending of the poem fill you with a yearning for more?
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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A Symphony of **** & Piss
a poem by Wolf Larsen
I want to crawl down into the sewers of the city
And sit in **** & piss and write poetry
Then I start hitting & hitting the blue sky with my fists
And then I smear all of this **** & piss across the page and create poetry
And then I create great symphonies with **** & piss
And the passing clouds scream their words at me
And then the motorcycles zoooom across the naked skin of the Earth
And his lips wrap around my **** like a tornado
And he sucks my dick to the rhythm of The Star-Spangled Banner
And then he swallows my red-white-and-blue patriotism
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Sex, Poetry, & Classical Music
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The poem jumps out of you
And the poem leaps across the landscape destroying everything in its path
And now the poem is throwing up a New World out of its guts
And words are flying across the landscape
And words are leaping off the planet Earth and becoming phrases of poetry zooming into outer space
And the space aliens eat the poetry and the space aliens become music
And the music is thrashing about in the universe
And the music is throwing planets & suns & moons this-way-&-that
And then everybody's penises blast off into this poem
And now billions of penises are flying this-way-&-that through this poem
And the billions of penises land in anuses that are in these phrases of poetry
And all the phrases of poetry are filled with anal sex
And now this poem is dripping in spermatozoa
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Poem with Air Raid Sirens
A poem by Wolf Larsen
First I eat out the vagina of the Mona Lisa in the Louvre
And the Mona Lisa begins singing an erotic Opera to all the tourists
And the tourists all suddenly become rocketships blasting off to your head
So Michelangelo takes a sledgehammer to your head
And all of the thousands-of-sculptures inside your head begin reciting poetry
To all of the spermatozoa swimming backwards in time
And now all of the Roman emperors are walking through the streets of Chicago
And all the Chicago skyscrapers are growing out of ancient Rome
Like magical mushrooms growing out of this poem
And this poem suddenly becomes a canvas of neoclassical sculptures & subway trains & romantic-era-symphonies & drive-by shootings
And now Caligula, Al Capone, & Donald Trump are in a speeding car with machine guns drawn
And they shoot down a gang of rival drug dealers on the street corner
And in the red light district a sexy Statue of Liberty in a mini skirt
Gets arrested by the police for selling her own body
And then Uncle Sam gets arrested by the police too for propositioning a hooker named Mary Magdalene
And then a roaring chainsaw cuts Chicago in half
And everyone goes home to their mother's womb
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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