Warning: do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.
Masturbating on the Roof of the Empire State Building
A poem by Wolf Larsen
It’s time to stab the audience with a poem
Just stab the audience and stab the audience repeatedly with phrases of poetry
Or maybe just repeatedly punch somebody with all the nouns & verbs & adjectives of my fists
I feel like painting the world with blood
My foot wants to kick Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony into somebody’s balls
Or maybe I should chop up the human race and throw them into a stew
A stew flavored with postmodern music & Andy Warhol’s spermatozoa & menstrual fluids
In fact, I paint menstrual fluids all over this poem
And now I lick the poem
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen