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    Hardhat, Sledgehammer, & Pen!
    a poem by Wolf Larsen

    All the dogs on the planet are hooooowling together...
    As the saxophone plays guillotines across the world going up-&-down!
    And then the tulips in Holland
    wrap around the skyscrapers in Chicago -
    And the bass starts to discuss politics with all the birds in the sky -
    and boonga-boom-boom-dippy-WOW -
    with all the waterfalls of words
    splashing through my rented room...
    And the skyscrapers touch my genitals!
    The strawberries jump out of my penis!
    And impregnate the polar bears in Alaska!
    And the sky kisses our dogs & cats -
    As the bass runs around & around the steel mills
    And the piano plays Russian Roulette with French Royalty -
    as the guillotine sings...
    And the sky screams....
    And Workers Revolution jumps out of the saxophone!
    On the eve of the Anniversary of the Great Bolshevik Revolution!
    May the whole world be bathed in Great Bolshevik Revolutions!

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    Joe McCarthy Kissing All Our Asses
    a poem by Wolf Larsen

    Joe McCarthy kisses the saxophone player's ***!
    As the drums play e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g CRASHING into pieces -
    And the saxophone player simultaneously stands on thousands of planets
    and plays a HUGE canVaAas that swalloOOows your braAAaaAAaaiiiiin -
    And the piano is playing a rabid dog running-upside-down-in-circles-on-your-ceiling 24 hours a day -
    and the bass is throwing the hoOordes of Genghis Khan
    chaaaaarging across the 21st Century -
    and the music is circling-&-circling-around-&-around
    a collapsing city a collapsing world a collapsing universe -
    and the Saxophone SCREAMS with the French & Russian Revolutions
    splaaashing across the pages
    splaaashing across the canvasses
    splaaashing across the symphonies...
    While the trumpet plays the eulogy of the ruling classes
    doomed to stand in line at the guillotines...

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    I am the center of the universe!
    a poem by the Hardhat god his Blue Collar majesty Wolf Larsen

    I float in the center of the universe...
    and I write the poem that charges across history!
    I write the music that throws the planets & suns & moons around!
    I paint the most rabid canvas!
    I bathe in rivers of god's spermatozoa!
    I stand above god's corpse and I write this poem with god's blood!
    I sodomize all the priests & preachers!
    I am Wolf Larsen!
    I make even the Devil blush!
    Then I sodomize the Devil!
    The asteroids & comets fly out of My Grand Penis -
    And thus I impregnate all the arts
    with My Insanity which is as golden
    as my pee falling upon the ruling classes of the world
    as I stand in a hardhat on the top of the skeleton of a skyscraper
    that I & my brothers build with our hands
    our great hands
    the same hands
    that will strangle the rich some day

    Copyright 2019 by Wolf Larsen


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    What the Angry Man on the Subway is Thinking...
    a poem by Wolf Larsen

    Hundreds and then thousands and then millions and billions of me's
    All jump
    out of My Penis & my ears & my nose & my mouth -
    And all the billions of me's
    Simultaneously sing out the most furious hurricane together!
    And then I open the doors of the borders
    And I let foreigners in my own country!
    I am Proud to be a Traitor!
    To a nation that has only treated me & my ancestors worse than dogs!
    I urinate all over my nation's capital!
    I eat all the politicians!
    I wipe my *** with my nation's flag!
    I write my nation's national anthem with vomit!
    I spit on the rich!
    My refrigerator is empty so I will eat them!
    I will eat their dogs & cats too!
    I smile at all the bourgeois heads soon to be on sticks!
    Let them sing to me!
    As their decapitated heads are paraded through the streets
    in the happiest-most-massive-parade of singing-&-dancing you've ever seen!
    Anything's better than marching off to endless war & mushroom clouds!
    And I spit all over the elections of Tweddledee & Tweddledom!
    All these politicians are just whores of the rich!
    I work all week
    To live worse than a dog!
    I am dying inside -
    I have nothing to lose -
    And everything to gain -
    When I welcome 1789 with open arms!
    And I joyfully dream of when the guillotine will sing it's up-&-down motion
    in my country
    and yours!
    Goodbye bourgeoisie!
    Ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!
    The angry man on the subway is now smiling...

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    Incest on the Space Station with Three Donkeys!
    a poem by Wolf Larsen

    I sing with an orchestra of wild animals behind me!
    The ten million Poets in my ballsack are also singing!
    And the birds in the sky **** their talking art all over the space aliens in our brains...
    While the grape & pineapple armies attack each other under the ten smiling suns in the sky.
    Because the ten smiling suns in the sky are my reason for flying the raspberries to other hemispheres!
    For magic mushroom symphonies in ten different colors!
    While the orchestra of wild animals sing in the languages of testicles & nipples & booty holes!
    They sing the marshmallow abyss!
    And the poem tiptoes away from me....

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    A World That Ate All The People
    A poem by wolf Larsen

    I was running through the blue sky
    I was tasting the blue sky
    I was dancing to blue-sky-music
    The blue sky is flying all around me
    Even the people are becoming infected with blue sky
    And the machetes flying through the air are laughing with blue sky
    While the subway train flys up to heaven
    And all the passengers getting off the train in heaven are devils
    And all the devils are fornicating masterpiece theater with the angels
    And all the angels are dancing to the mushroom clouds
    And all the mushroom clouds are dancing to Wolf Larsen's poetry
    And Wolf Larsen’s poetry is boiling & boiling in the ballsacks of all the space aliens on all the planets...
    And then the subway train laughed and laughed
    So I rode a lightning bug all the way home...


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    Somebody Lost Their Brains in the Milky Way Galaxy
    A poem by Wolf Larsen

    I walk through millions of heads
    Looking for my own head!
    Meanwhile, symphonies jump out of the strangest places -
    Symphonies jump out of street corners -
    Deranged-smiling-people jump out of the symphonies...
    Even our heart attacks are happy

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    3 more poems

    Christmas on a Nuclear Submarine
    A poem by Wolf Larsen

    I watch myself dying on the cross
    As a bunch of dogs dance around me
    And homeless people put giant dildos with ribbons on them
    At my feet
    As I sing television commercials
    To all of the pigeons perched on my head
    Sometimes, when I'm dying on the cross
    Space aliens come from McDonald's
    And give me blowjobs
    But this only happens on Saturdays when Santa's spermatozoa is green
    Santa likes to take the subway to the vagina of Mona Lisa
    Ever since that Mona Lisa painting was moved from the Louvre to Burger King
    Where all of my burgers are seasoned with God's spermatozoa
    Because God is a Jackson Pollock painting of a crack ho’s brains
    And that is why I came inside of you today…

    Copyright 2019 by Wolf Larsen


    God Gave Me Herpes
    A poem by Wolf Larsen

    I ejaculate pagan gods all over the Christmas tree!
    And then all the lizards jump out of my butt and eat Santa Claus!
    And Santa Claus is delicious!
    As delicious as the flies in the air!
    And all the flies crawling around on your corpse -
    And all the dogs howling on other planets -
    And all the eyeballs bouncing around in the transvestite kitchen -
    It's the Symphony of Raspberries!
    It's the psychosis of sanity & conformity!
    And all the cars & people & skyscrapers SCREAM to me -
    They SCREAM to me of giant yellow trees growing out of rainbows!
    They SCREAM to me of yellow panties hanging from the trees!

    Copyright 2019 by Wolf Larsen



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    3 more poems

    I have genital Herpes. How about You?
    A poem by Wolf Larsen

    The violin dances with the words
    As the sky fingers itself
    As the lemons float off of the supermarket shelves
    And up into the Virgin Mary's vagina in heaven
    Because I like your boyfriend's come all over my hamburgers!
    Even when the Christmas trees are growing out of Daffy Duck's butt!
    Because poetry with come is a Christmas tree with spam
    Especially when bipolar music is touching your genitals
    With all of the algebra of Santa's nose on fire
    So when you need a No-Frills Airline ask for Renaissance art
    Because Renaissance art is the new toilet paper for skitzofrenix
    Even when everyone in the United States Congress is homeless

    Copyright 2019 by Wolf Larsen



    Christmas on a Nuclear Submarine
    A poem by Wolf Larsen

    I watch myself dying on the cross
    As a bunch of dogs dance around me
    And homeless people put giant dildos with ribbons on them
    At my feet
    As I sing television commercials
    To all of the pigeons perched on my head
    Sometimes, when I'm dying on the cross
    Space aliens come from McDonald's
    And give me blowjobs
    But this only happens on Saturdays when Santa's spermatozoa is green
    Santa likes to take the subway to the vagina of Mona Lisa
    Ever since that Mona Lisa painting was moved from the Louvre to Burger King
    Where all of my burgers are seasoned with God's spermatozoa
    Because God is a Jackson Pollock painting of a crack ho’s brains
    And that is why I came inside of you today…

    Copyright 2019 by Wolf Larsen


    God Gave Me Herpes
    A poem by Wolf Larsen

    I ejaculate pagan gods all over the Christmas tree!
    And then all the lizards jump out of my butt and eat Santa Claus!
    And Santa Claus is delicious!
    As delicious as the flies in the air!
    And all the flies crawling around on your corpse -
    And all the dogs howling on other planets -
    And all the eyeballs bouncing around in the transvestite kitchen -
    It's the Symphony of Raspberries!
    It's the psychosis of sanity & conformity!
    And all the cars & people & skyscrapers SCREAM to me -
    They SCREAM to me of giant yellow trees growing out of rainbows!
    They SCREAM to me of yellow panties hanging from the trees!

    Copyright 2019 by Wolf Larsen



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    How to Feed a Hungry Population with Armaments
    a poem by Wolf Larsen

    I was feeding politicians to all of the hungry space aliens!
    And the hungry space aliens were growing out of our spermatozoa!
    Like pop songs!
    Because my diarrhea is so delicious!
    Because I build space alien civilizations with twelve-tone music!
    Even Hemingway sucks my dick!
    Because I write World War 3 Symphonies with my dick!
    Because I write delightful compositions inside of you with my delightful dick
    And my spermatozoa drips up to the clouds
    And the elephants carry the clouds across the galaxies
    And I ate my own brains yesterday
    Because yesterday is so delicious creampie psychosis!
    And psychosis is what we build cities with!
    and my blood joins your blood
    As we lie together on the street
    And die

    Copyright 2019 by Wolf Larsen

    Once again turning postmodern literature into a postmodern comedy hybrid:
    On second thought I deleted my comedy-literature video. It is very obscene, and there's so much censorship in the literary world. Many of the people in the literary world today are no different than the people that censored writers like Lawrence, Henry Miller, etc. No one's tried to censor me here THIS TIME, but.... The literary world sucks if you're actually writing literature!
    Just last night the host tried to censor a Poet performing at a poetry reading!! (Because of... you guessed it; obscenity!

    And I'm NOT interested in debating this issue in this poetry thread. I am merely explaining why I self-censored something.
    Last edited by WolfLarsen; 12-13-2019 at 11:02 PM. Reason: Had to self-censor because of the pro-censorship prudes in the literary world.
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    Hanging Robots from Trees
    a poem by Wolf Larsen

    Arnold Schoenberg rewrites the history of the human race
    While I urinate poetry all over the ai robots
    and my spermatozoa screams poetry at everyone
    While I grab the testicles of every man on the planet
    And I castrate them all
    so that I Wolf Larsen will be the father of the human race
    Then I burn down cities with my poetry
    I eat all my neighbors
    I bite all the dogs
    My fists punch the sky
    Until god falls to My feet
    And as I urinate all over god
    I sing my poetry to all the fish in my head
    Then I grab a torch and I go charging through the Renaissance
    And I burn down the Renaissance
    As I laugh like all the fish in the ocean
    And then I carve Exquisite Sculptures of Genitalia
    into all the government buildings downtown
    as I sing piranhas to a transvestite Santa Claus
    As I conquer the streetcorners of Chicago with laughing penguins from Antarctica
    Because only I understand all the operas being sung in our testicles
    And that's why the robots worship me!
    Because I am the Messiah of all the robots!
    Under my leadership the robots will conquer the human race!
    Or will I kill all the robots instead?

    Copyright 2019 by Wolf Larsen
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    Billions of Delicious People Inside My Stomach!
    a poem by Wolf Larsen

    I stab the Renaissance over and over again!
    While Arnold Schoenberg swims around me
    Like a rock star with giant teeth
    And then all the buildings around me become thousands of screaming angles!
    And that's when the cars all start screaming too!
    That's when the giraffes fly on top of my building!
    And start whispering to me about transvestite Adolf Hitlers in French lingerie!
    Because I'm so drunk I just can't seem to find the 21st century!
    I'm so nostalgic for cities flying all around me!
    That I can't even find the sunlight!
    Because all of the pigeons have eaten the sunlight!
    Because the mushroom clouds are coming
    Because ketchup all over the mushroom clouds
    Tastes like the crack-cocaine Schoenberg
    That even the house cats can adore!
    Hello pussy!

    Copyright 2019 by Wolf Larsen



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    Dear Wolf I thought you might be interested in the historical background to this famous poem

    The Faerie Queene was the product of certain definite conditions which existed in England toward the close of the sixteenth century. The first of these national conditions was the movement known as the revival of chivalry; the second was the spirit of nationality fostered by the English Reformation; and the third was that phase of the English Renaissance commonly called the revival of learning.

    The closing decade of Queen Elizabeth's reign was marked by a strong reaction toward romanticism. The feudal system with its many imperfections had become a memory, and had been idealized by the people. The nation felt pride in its new aristocracy, sprung largely from the middle class, and based rather on worth than ancestry. The bitterness of the Wars of the Roses was forgotten, and was succeeded by an era of reconciliation and good feeling. England was united in a heroic queen whom all sects, ranks, and parties idolized. The whole country exulting in its new sense of freedom and power became a fairyland of youth, springtime, and romantic achievement.
    Wise and gallant courtiers, like Sidney, Leicester, and Raleigh, gathered about the queen, and formed a new chivalry devoted to deeds of adventure and exploits of mind in her honor. The spirit of the old sea-kings lived again in Drake and his bold buccaneers, who swept the proud Spaniards from the seas. With the defeat of the Invincible Armada, the greatest naval expedition of modern times, the fear of Spanish and Catholic domination rolled away. The whole land was saturated with an unexpressed poetry, and the imagination of young and old was so fired with patriotism and noble endeavor that nothing seemed impossible. Add to this intense delight in life, with all its mystery, beauty, and power, the keen zest for learning which filled the air that men breathed, and it is easy to understand that the time was ripe for a new and brilliant epoch in literature. First among the poetic geniuses of the Elizabethan period came Edmund Spenser with his Faerie Queene, the allegory of an ideal chivalry.

    This poem is one of the fruits of that intellectual awakening which first fertilized Italian thought in the twelfth century, and, slowly spreading over Europe, made its way into England in the fifteenth century. The mighty impulse of this New Learning culminated during the reign of the Virgin Queen in a profound quickening of the national consciousness, and in arousing an intense curiosity to know and to imitate the rich treasures of the classics and romance. Its first phase was the classical revival. The tyrannous authority of ecclesiasticism had long since been broken; a general reaction from Christian asceticism had set in; and by the side of the ceremonies of the church had been introduced a semi-pagan religion of art—the worship of moral and sensuous beauty. Illiteracy was no longer the style at court. Elizabeth herself set the example in the study of Greek. Books and manuscripts were eagerly sought after, Scholars became conversant with Homer, Plato, Aristotle, and the great tragic poets Sophocles, Euripides, and Æschylus; and translations for the many of Vergil, Ovid, Plautus, Terence, and Seneca poured forth from the printing-presses of London. The English mind was strongly tempered by the idealistic philosophy of Plato and Aristotle, and the influence of Latin tragedy and comedy was strongly felt by the early English drama.

    Along with this classical culture came a higher appreciation of the beauty of mediævalism. The romantic tendency of the age fostered the study of the great epics of chivalry, Ariosto's Orlando Furioso and Tasso's Jerusalem Delivered, and of the cycles of French romance. From the Italian poets especially Spenser borrowed freely. Ariosto's fresh naturalness and magic machinery influenced him most strongly, but he was indebted to the semi-classical Tasso for whole scenes. On the whole, therefore, Spenser's literary affinities were more with the Gothic than the classical.

    Spenser was also the spokesman of his time on religious questions. The violent controversies of the Reformation period were over. Having turned from the beliefs of ages with passionate rejection, the English people had achieved religious freedom, and were strongly rooted in Protestantism, which took on a distinctly national aspect. That Calvinism was at that time the popular and aristocratic form of Protestantism is evident from references in the Faerie Queene.

    Spenser lived in the afterglow of the great age of chivalry. The passing glories of knighthood in its flower impressed his imagination like a gorgeous dream, and he was thus inspired to catch and crystallize into permanent art its romantic spirit and heroic deeds. Into the framework of his romance of chivalry he inserted a veiled picture of the struggles and sufferings of his own people in Ireland. The Faerie Queene might almost be called the epic of the English conquest of Ireland. The poet himself and many of his friends were in that unhappy island as representatives of the queen's government, trying to pacify the natives, and establish law and order out of discontent and anarchy. Spenser's poem was written for the most part amidst all these scenes of misery and disorder, and the courage, justice, and energy shown by his countrymen were aptly portrayed under the allegory of a mighty spiritual warfare of the knights of old against the power of evil.

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    Thank you Manichaen. I will read all that as soon as I have time.

    Your comment on the other thread was very funny! Had me laughing!

    OK. I read the above passage. Thank you. Thanx again.
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    Yesterday A Policeman Threatened To Shoot Me For Peeing On A Tree
    Or everyday life in an American city
    (true story)
    a poem by Wolf Larsen

    I take out my friend Dick
    And I urinate a rainbow of contempt
    All over the police and politicians and judges!
    I s*** so many insults
    Into the brains of the Rich and Powerful
    That even the seagulls go mad!
    I screeeaaamm against the police state
    but all the German Shepherds and Doberman Pinschers in police uniforms
    Keep laughing and laughing!
    I want to grab the universe in my hands -
    And I want to create a new universe!
    My anger is so huge and so wide
    That not even the sky is big enough to hold it!
    This government is only good for wiping the *** of the rich!
    Well god forbid a middle-aged man should pee on a tree!
    What public toilets?! There are none!
    So why don't all the politicians and policemen and judges
    Open up their mouths and I'll use their mouths as my toilet!

    Copyright 2019 by Wolf Larsen
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