Ha-ha! The Wolf is Back!

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Warning: Do not read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious!

Diego Rivera Painting all the Orgasms of Brazilian Carnival All Over the Walls of Your Bedroom
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Whenever a poem starts to brew in my guts
And volcanoes start exploding inside my head
And the giant eyeball of the Ministry of Information is staring at me from the sky
I think of endless monsters flyyyying out of my Penis
And everyone aims their Penises at my flyyying monsters in the sky
And their bullets shoot the Sun into pieces
And the exploding pieces of the Sun become a schizophrenic-orgasmic-show of installation art
In an art exhibit being held inside of a nuclear submarine
That's shooting the Founding Fathers of 1787 into the skyyyy
And as the Founding Fathers of 1787 flyyyyy through the sky
All the watermelons in my head start playing rock & roll music
As the politicians all spread peanut butter all over themselves
In preparation for their erotic encounters with corporate lobbyists
And as the mushroom clouds welcome us with a brand new day
The tidal waves of pop-art-imagery
Flyyyyy out of our breakfast cereal
And as we eat the unicorns in everybody's vaginas
And the thousands of rabid dogs all juuump out of our brains
We paint our brAinS-aLL-oVeR-tHe-wOrLd
While wild-marijuana-plants grooow out of the Constitutional Convention of 1787
And the pilgrims eat McDonald's hamburgers as they cross the Atlantic Ocean
And thousands of flying fish with the heads of Andy Warhol
Jump out of the ocean and eat the delicious pilgrims on the decks of the ship Mayflower
And so instead of the pilgrims colonizing America - America is colonized by all of the orgies of Brazilian Carnival
And as a protest against Carnaval the born-again Christians all blast off into the giant space alien murals on Mars
And as the words of this poem dribble out of that great space alien mural on Mars
The reader finds himself inside of God's great ball sack 2000 years ago
And now the reader is Jesus Christ dying on the cross in my bedroom watching me masturbate…

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

A Podcast Interview of Wolf Larsen...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hbSURDWoyp4

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Writing Poetry All Over Each Other’s Buttocks
A poem by Wolf Larsen

George Grosz paints the walls & ceilings & floor of your apartment with all the faces of the world's refugees, and all of the world's refugees start walking into one of your ears and through your brains and out your other ear searching for a place to live, and the drums & tuba keep playing the constant marching of the refugees here and there, and the violins move-back-&-forth as the cold winds move-back-and-forth pouring through the tents of the world's refugees, and all of the asses (donkeys) of the United Nations sing beautiful words out of their buttocks about nothing, and each *** sits on its toilet-seat there at the United Nations blabbering the most monotone blah blah blah as the world's refugees groan with hunger and scream with the bombs falling all around them, and meanwhile the American soldiers march out of the anuses of the Democratic & Republican politicians in Washington DC, and the American soldiers march all over the world stomping all over civilians and leaving cities in ruins, and while the military eats all of our taxes one out of every six American children goes to bed hungry, But perhaps I should contemplate all the nuclear submarines swimming in my belly button instead, or maybe I should jack off words all over the page until the reader is drowning in bright colors, or maybe I should pick the Italian Renaissance out of my nose and create literary masterpieces out of my boogers, so the reader pulls out his Dick on the subway and ejaculates the New York City skyline all over everybody...

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Space-Alien-Orgasms for Supper
A poem by Wolf Larsen

So thousands of your heads
Are bouncing-&-bouncing all over your studio apartment
While your penis is making love to the blue sky
And your belly button is surrounding the entire universe
And all of the candidates for President are bouncing around inside your ballsack
So you ejaculate all the presidential candidates into the Mona Lisa's vagina in the Louvre Museum
And meanwhile all of the spaceships from the Star Wars movie are flying around the Louvre Museum in Paris
And all of the store mannequins become porn actresses -
In a giant movie that’s simultaneously being filmed on all the planets in the universe -
And in the porno movie all the French-impressionist-space-aliens are making porno-fun with all the store mannequins
And the store mannequins jump out unto the stage
And dance to the cosmos spinning & exploding all around them
While the ketchup & mustard sculptures
Are floating all around your thousands of heads
In a galaxy made out of whipped cream
In a future being sung by all the opera singers of the past
Back when your giant head was being constructed in a factory of space aliens
Dancing to the music of Einstein’s Theory of Relativity
Under 300 Suns all shining their musical orgasms
As the reader & the rest of the galaxy is swallowed by a vacuum cleaner
That’s being operated by a squid floating
In an ocean of abstract-expressionist-paint
Somewhere south of Houston after the city of Houston jumps to another planet
That’s floating out of this poem…

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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It's Sunday so I Get on My Knees and I Suck the Priest’s ****
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I put human eyeballs in all the walls
I smile across the sky
And the entire universe is inside my ballsack
And when I ejaculate the universe into all the up
All the rabid dogs falling from the sky howl in laughter
Because I am the reason that cum tastes so delicious
Because I am the reason that music is so delicious
And when the music creates the sunlight
And when the sunlight creates raspberry thoughts
Raspberry thoughts that lead to orgies in the Vatican
As all of the Popes of Rome's history crawl & crawl in my pubic hairs
And I the Poet & all my readers walk through the forest of God’s giant pubic hairs
While the Chicago Penis Orchestra follows us and plays all the orgasms of history
And then the wind whispers to me of your love
And I immaculate conception your love doggy style
With the saxophone ejaculating jazz into your mouth
And then I open up my mouth and I swallow all of the kittens & puppies in the animal shelter
And the kittens & puppies taste as delicious as symphonies in blue & red & pink & yellow
And as I wipe my *** with the American flag and pee on the founding fathers
All the toilets of America sing my poetry out of their mouths
And the poem paints with a crazy paint brush
That splashes wars & famine & disease all over the human race
Because most of us were born to suffer
Because most of us were not born swimming in some rich man's ballsack

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Another poem-video by Wolf Larsen:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-dBDKCRpPoM

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A Most Beautiful Penis Growing Out of the Mona Lisa's Forehead in the Louvre
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The 10,000 volcanoes in my brains
Explode endless solar systems out of my head
And I dip my castrated penis into the hot lava flowing out of your vagina
And I write poems in beautiful pornographic calligraphy with your sweet hot lava
And the beautiful pornographic calligraphy jumps up and becomes
BiZarRe-wONdeRfuL-aRt-gRaffiTi on the sides of passing-freight-trains
Rumbling through cities that are flying around each other
Rumbling through the chaos of buildings circling around-&-around
Freight trains rummmbling through generations of simple workers’ neighborhoods
Rummmbling through a giant landscape of hopelessness
Rummmbling through a rusting United States of America
Everyone flying everywhere on their opiates
And the rusting closed factories grow out of the ground like weeds
And hopelessness falls all over America like an endless disease
And then the universe falls down
And billions of planets crash upon us
As the human race sings a final opera of extinction together
And the mushroom clouds jump out of our cans of tomato soup
While the politicians & their bourgeois johns & their callgirl wives all hide in the fallout shelters together

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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R. Kelly and Wolf Larsen Peeing All Over Each Other
(We went to high school together.)
A poem by Wolf Larsen

So I pee all over the American people
And the flying vaginas
Give surrealistic speeches
To all of the eyeballs growing out of the trees
While the saxophone creates waterfalls of psychosis
As the flying vaginas eat all the highways
And huge anuses start swallowing all the planets
While you eat millions of people
And all of the penises in your stomach
Taste like jazz pancakes with fauvism on top
And then all the fish in the ocean jump out of God’s Penis
And one of God’s Testicles holds the Atlantic Ocean
And the other Testicle of God holds the Pacific Ocean
And two tornadoes jump out of your ears
And turn Chicago into the end of the poem…

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Wolf Larsen doing more surrealistic literature as stand-up comedy:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ay2UnJIMBwI

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A Spaceship Lands on Your Hairy Balls
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The vacuum cleaner swallows up all the planets of the universe
And your mouth is swallowing the blue sky
And everyone is snorting up abstract expressionism
And then everyone paints huge belly buttons all over the universe
While the factories **** automobiles unto the highways
And the sexy sheep of our wetdreams
Recite their poetry to us
While the flute plays a phrase of poetry flying around & around the city
While the mailboxes ejaculate poetry all over the sidewalks
And then you open the door to leave the house
But somehow the street outside has been replaced by millions of solar systems
That all rush past you into your house
And now there’s millions of solar systems inside your home
And then you’re swallowed
By the big vagina at the end of the poem

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Musical Theme for a WhaTeVer-thE-sOmeThiNg-oR-aNoTheR
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The gong smashes billions of thoughts exploding everywhere
The violins play the sun running around & around the earth over & over again
The clarinet ejaculates a joke all over you
The trumpet yells with anger at the clarinet
The clarinet laughs at the trumpet
The tuba starts walking through the music like a fat man walking down the street
The violins throw the oceans & continents everywhere
The clarinet laughs again
The gong starts crashing one planet after another into pieces
The bassoon starts to rain melancholy everywhere
The clarinet begins dancing playfully around the bassoon
The trumpet throws bright colors all over the audience
Then the harp turns the sky black
The saxophone & trumpet throw neon lights everywhere
Then the harp plays the reader dreaming himself somewhere else…

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Jump! Scream! Dance!
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Everyone jumps out of those paintings in the museum
And now they’re dancing through the hallways of the art museum
To the beat of the flying violins and crashing cellos
As Picasso paints refugees shivering with cold & hunger
All over the walls of villas & mansions & penthouses
Where the rich snort lines of cocaine stretching across the universe
And the French horn & saxophone & trumpet play laughing-dying-madmen crashing into each other
As the lines of cocaine become phrases of poetry
Flying around the cities
Which are jumping out of the ground
And rivers of cocaine & musical notes & bright paint
Splash out of the music
Music built out of hamburgers & plagues & poetry
All having a ménage-a-trois together under a hysterically laughing sun
While god urinates spring showers all over neurotic flowers
Which smile their bright colors splashing into our eyes
As our skin drools off our bodies and into the ground…

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Another Wolf Larsen poem-video!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Soq2TPUV9Sc

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Warning: Do not read this poem if you are offended by obscenity.

The Sun Becomes Pregnant from the Poet’s Spermatozoa
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The land under your feet suddenly escapes away into the sky
The buildings surrounding you suddenly become the words in a poem far far away
Your head is suddenly a planet at the edge of the solar system
Comets crash into your brains
One of your hands is masturbating Salvador Dali’s Penis
Your other hand is writing this poem
Your eyeballs have been swallowed by the devil
Billions of people are swimming into your body
Your feet walk away from each other and each one of your feet winds up in a separate poem
Your mother gives birth to Army tanks & nuclear missiles & bullets
Your thoughts are creating a painting
Your vagina has become a haven for terrorists
Your nipples send out radio signals to space aliens
And then you sit on the poem’s face
And you cum all over the poem…

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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The Food Here is Flavored with the Poet’s Jism
A poem by Wolf Larsen

All around me space aliens & cannibals are mating
In magical duck rituals
While the buildings jump up & down with the music
And kangaroos are flying out of the sun
While naked Roman emperors at McDonalds
Are having sex with all the rainbows flying everywhere
And the skyscrapers are growing out of the mouths of all the Roman emperors
And Michelangelo is painting the Big Bang of the universe on the ceiling of McDonalds
While Leonardo di Vinci’s Mona Lisa is having sex with Jimi Hendrix on one of the tables
And rocketships are blasting out of everyone’s penises
And inhabiting the universe with masses of humanity
All enjoying the Orgy of Immaculate Conception together across the universe
And then Charles Manson strangles the poem to death
And laughs & laughs & laughs…

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Check out my stand-up comedy that uses surrealistic poetry:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RuzVE9kXKDA

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A Rogue Sexually Transmitted Computer Virus that Conquers the Universe
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The space aliens & humans are devouring each other
As my anus swallows the entire universe
And the assembly line across the street builds hundreds of new solar systems every second
And penises with wings are flying out of this poem
And the words in this poem are growing legs and running away
And torpedoes are shooting out of this poem
And exploding into symphonies & paintings
That are being eaten by all the flying fish
With human heads
As waterfalls of insanity crash out of everyone’s brains
And the painter dabs his paintbrush in the waterfalls of insanity
And the painter creates the most wonderful cannibalism on canvas
While the flying fish devour all the solar systems
And the planet earth becomes a giant brain of madness
That’s leaking out of the genitals of a computer
That’s being born by a scientist at this very moment…

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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All the Frogs of the Amazon Rainforest Impregnating the Moon
A poem by Wolf Larsen

A big laughing anus
Jumps out of the sun
And sings the 10,000 orgies of poetry
To all of the giant ears growing out of the planets
As vaginas as big as the sky
Walk out of this poem
And devour all the music
The silent Earth is then eaten by all the monsters growing out of our bellybuttons
As Jesus Christ comes down from the cross
And starts dancing in the Brazilian Carnival
And giant neon mushrooms are growing out of the musical orgies
All the naked musical orgies on NYC’s Broadway
After the Revolution of Immaculate Conception
Has freed humanity’s genitals from the chains of religion…

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Warning: Do not read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious!

Hee-Hee-Ha-Ha-Hoo-Hoo-Hee-Hee for Breakfast Yummy!
A poem by Wolf "Satan" Larsen

Barbara tenus sapientes is eating all the scraMbled-brAin-eGgs
Of-10,000-maSturbaTing-phiLosOpheRs
All watching the porno show of the American elections
When Boobsera-Titsera-Sapiiiiientes happened!!!
And now all the paintings in the Louvre have penises & testicles hanging out of them -Ooohhhhhh Nooooooo!
While all the Barbaras with their titz-sir-R-us were sappying-sappying
To the beat of the Boomberus-Titz-R-us-Suppa-Suppa!!
Giant-Neon-Vaginas with legs all jumping everywhere!
Human skulls floooaaating across the pink universe
Across a river of Barbara-bubba-Tena-Tena-Tuba-Suppa-Suppa
Until they reached the other side of the galaxy of cum-flavored ice cream
That tasted like Booba-Booba-Tuuppaa-Tuppa-Buubha-Buubha
As ha ha ha ha ha went all the pink flying frogs
Jumping from one bald-head-testicle-man’s brains to another bald-head-testicle-man’s brains
Inside da headz of da 10,000-mAstUrbatiNg-phiLosOpherS
All chanting “Barba-barba-Buunga-Buunga-Tuppa-Tuppa-Sappa-Sappa!!”
While the Demopublicans in America chanted:
“Dinga-dinga-Boppa-Boppa-Poopa-Poppa-Sappy-sappy!!”
And all the Republicrats chanted:
“Barba-barba-Ten-Titz-R-up-Ten-up-Up-up-Soopy-Soopy!!”

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen


Another video poem by Wolf "Satan" Larsen...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NdQu0vE28Pk

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Warning: Do not read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious!

Ding-dop-dopper-Dooopers!
A poem by Wolf “Satan” Larsen!

A fling-flooper was eating the sun out of the garbage can –
Bingee-booper-boopity-daaaaaaH –
When a religious-Cyclops-Monster with a cross instead of a penis between his legs
Began ranting to the snails about all the fippity-foopity-fnooo
While everyone danced the Corona virus with all the seal lions swimming through the sky
And the sea lions sang:
“Zippy-zoopy-zappy-zoooo!!”
While the puppies jumped out of the computers
And ate the flying sea lions
And everyone’s eyeballs seemed to say:
“Cloppity-Boppity-fnopity-fooooo!”
And then everyone died.

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen