Wolf Larsen Blesses the Human Race with Immaculate Conception
A poem-declaration of the Poet-god Wolf Larsen
I create my poetry with a swinging hatchet!
I grab the hatchet and I attack the universe with verbs & adjectives & angry nouns!
And the universe opens its legs to me...
And my spermatozoa crashes out of my poetry!
And my words are thousands of spears headed in your direction!
And all my craziness swirls around you in a cannibalistic tornado of words that devours you!
I gnaw on the bones of your corpse as I masturbate...
I masturbate my poetry into the sky!
And the sky becomes pregnant with my poetry!
All my readers become pregnant from my poetry!
Even the men become pregnant from my poetry!
My ego at this moment is so big that the entire universe is too small to hold my ego!
The universe bursts into pieces!
Because as a Poet I sit on a throne larger than that of god!
My poetry is legions of pussies & cocks ****ing the world into a new blissful insanity!
And with my blissful insanities I invent new poetries!
I invent new poetries that don't even need words!
My emotions burst out of this planet and my poetry bursts out of this universe...
My poetry bursts the universe into an exploding everything!
No page could possibly hold my poetry within its four squares!
Because my poetry is growing all around you!
Because my poetry is taking over your brains
Because my poetry is percolating in your genitals
Because my poetry is a million exciting words that don't even exist yet!
Because my poetry creates paintings right in front of your eyes!
Because your eyes become dizzy hurricanes when you read my poetry!
Because I am the Poet I am the butcher
Even my urine is poetry!
Even my feces are poetry!
you can see my greatness in the toilet bowl after I get up from my throne!
And when I use the prestigious literary journals as my poetry,
I am merely expressing the greatness of all Neanderthal extraterrestrials named Wolf Larsen!
because I am thousands of people running through my veins!
I am a Catholic-Atheist-Norman-Irish-Québecois human volcano!
I am the Vikings charging across your ancestral homelands and slicing all the men in half,
and giving the women the beautiful seed of our future growing in their wombs.
And when we crossed the channel in 1066 we blessed you
And when we threw you out of Ireland we blessed you again with a good kick in the romp
but we lost to the New World anglo-saxon george washington
What a shame, because then North America would speak French and eat French food and fornicate like Frenchmen! Because this is what America needs – to fornicate like Frenchmen! For black man & white woman and white man & black woman and Native American man and white woman and Asian man & black woman and Latina woman & white man and Latin man & white woman to all create a beautiful America together when we bless the Fourth of July with the beautiful Catholic rites of immaculate conception! For what religion could be more beautiful than a Catholic worship of a fertility goddess blessing us to create more Catholics – to fill the world with a sensual atheist Catholicism that blesses the land with our seed – a great human race growing out of our spermatozoa and conquering the universe with poetry! Because poetry is sex and sex is poetry! Because my pen is the greatest phallus! Because immaculate conception with me is the most blue sky poetry! I invite both men women to make immaculate conception with me – as long as I'm on top! Because I am the horny Poet! Horny Poet! Horny Poet!
Copyright 2014 by Wolf Larsen