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    The Ministry of Lost Feet. I needed that. Thanks Wolf. Keep Well x
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    Thank you Delta. I'm trying. You too, keep well.
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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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