All my deranged poetry shall be in here. Except for the vandalisms. The vandalisms shall be in a separate thread.
WARNING: THIS THREAD MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR THOSE WITH A PURITANICAL MINDSET.
First poem:
Too Many Heads In My Penis???
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Too many heads in my Penis?
Too much of my brains splattered all over the page??
So the beginning of the poem is running off with the ending of the poem and the middle of the poem is rioting & rioting and this line of the poem is a still life of a crack pipe amidst an abstract-expressionist kind of desk in a desert made out of your feelings, and the dripping faucet drips one word onto the page at a time while your testicles are rumbling with all the earthquakes since the beginning of time and thousands of Penises are squiggling out of your ears and even the walls don’t recognize you, because your face has become all the riots exploding throughout the world right now, and masturbations & mirrors & poetry all begin racing by you in a tornado of days and even the sky can’t help you anymore, so you dress up as a space alien and you walk all the streets in your brains but you’re lost amongst all the thousands of city blocks in your brains and you see that the endless city in your brains keeps expanding & expanding into a forever horizon of your expanding brains, so you begin frying your brains with poetry, so you begin frying your eyeballs with words, you begin searching in your testicles for the new gigantic poetry, smoke the new gigantic poetry with crack-cocaine until not even the city streets know where they came from, and you snort the train tracks up your nose and you run around the train tracks naked until you find 2:00 AM, because poetry is a third rail
Copyright 2014 by wolf Larsen