Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.
The Music Is Tornadoes & Sunsets
A poem by Wolf Larsen
All of our brains are on fire
As we swim around our fathers’ Balzacs searching for the meaning of life
Because the universe is a great big wet pussy
So why not eat the 4-legged space aliens that go “woof! woof”?
And invite a stranger into your wife’s bed?
And now millions of Pablo Picassos are all swimming in your wife’s vagina
And swimming & swimming towards billions of suns in the universe
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen