Ha-ha! The Wolf is Back!

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The Vacuum Cleaner that Swallowed Up the Universe
A poem by Wolf Larsen

You & thousands of Igor Stravinsky clones are on a subway train together
Racing off to the “Right of Spring”
But somehow you wound up in the ancient Roman Empire instead
With big classical sculptures growing everywhere
And now huge spaceships driven by all the Igor Stravinsky clones
Are attacking the ancient Roman Empire
So Donald Trump & Julius Caesar summon up millions of naked Andy Warhols
To defend the ancient Roman Empire & McDonald’s French fries
But the Statue of Liberty pulls out her humongous penis from under her dress
And with her humongous penis the Statue of Liberty smashes the Roman Empire into pieces
And then the Germans invaded Italy with their bratwursts and beer
But then Joseph Stalin sends hundreds of Ronald McDonald the clown mercenaries to invade Italy
So now Italy is run by the dictatorship of Mickey Mouse having anal sex with Alice in Wonderland
Now let’s snort this line of poetry together

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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LSD Martians Snorting the Dixiecrat Party Up Their Noses
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Millions of brains are growing out of the mushrooms
The mushrooms are growing out of the songs
You’re inhaling the songs up your nose
Suddenly eyeballs are flying all around you
And you’re riding a cowboy song into as many vaginas as you can eat
Now Julius Caesar snorts Albert Einstein up his nose
And then Julius Caesar pisses phrases of poetry all over the millions of brains that are growing out of all the mushrooms
This was during Brazilian Carnival in North Korea
Or maybe it was during the Cuban missile crisis in Antarctica
At any rate you can be sure that this cubism is absolutely delicious
Especially with Fidel Castro & Pablo Picasso dancing the Make-America-Great-Again-conga line across the Pacific Ocean
Because I want to eat delicious strawberry planets all night long
And if we climb up Mount Everest together maybe we’ll find the end of the poem there

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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World War III with Delicious Pumpkin Pie
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Hundreds of billions of galaxies are splashing all over the walls of your living room
While your wife mates with a thousand naked clones of Genghis Khan in the kitchen
And your children are jumping off the roof and up into the stars
And your dog is flying around & around you barking about all the millions of giant lizards headed straight to your house from other planets
And that’s when you jump into the television set and you wind up inside of Marie Antoinette’s vagina
And now the giant space-age sperm of hundreds of men are swimming all around you
But since thousands of nuclear missiles are shooting out of the American president’s penis
The time has come to sing the end of the poem

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Homoerotic Immaculate Conceptions at Cook County Jail
A poem by Wolf Larsen

A song jumps out of her vagina and taps you on the shoulder
Then you swallow her with one of your thoughts
And as rocketships blast out of your booty hole into outer space
You feel yourself becoming poetry
Your thousands of clones are rowing Viking ships towards Mars
This is where a giant octopus grabs the planet Earth
But no one notices because everyone is conducting space alien symphonies
And all the fish in the ocean are worshiping the Béla Bartók God
While a black Charles Manson is driving a giant penis into thousands of galaxies
And that’s why I’m ejaculating all my subway trains into the blue sky
And now all the pagan gods in the sky are pregnant from my subway trains
That’s why I’m hijacking this armored car full of money
So I can pay my child support
Would you like some delicious skyscrapers with the end of the poem?

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Make My Balls Great Again!
A poem by Wolf Larsen

You & thousands of green leprechauns are having a parade inside the First Lady’s vagina
And you’re all spray-painting graffiti art along the walls of the First Lady’s vagina
And suddenly all the graffiti art flyyyyys out of the First Lady’s vagina and splaashes all over the sky & the landscape of North America
And now the giant tits of the First Lady appear in the sky above our great nation
And that’s when the American people knew that they were the chosen ones
And the American people fell to their knees from coast-to-coast
In worship of the glorious vision of the First Lady’s tits in the sky
And then the penis of the American President appeared in the sky as well
And the American president’s penis did ejaculate a great oration upon the American people
As the Americans danced with glee in the streets from sea to shining sea
With the red white & blue gooey orations of the President’s penis landing upon them
And all the actors in the pornographic movies are singing the great national anthem
As they do the great patriotic immaculate conception together in front of the cameras
And the donkeys & elephants in suits in whorehouses across the nation
Are doing their own great immaculate conception with the corporate lobbyists
While everyone ****s & pisses all over this great land of America (because there’s no public toilets)
And the legions of homeless picking through the garbage cans for food
Finally find the ending of this poem

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Lightning Bolts Jumping Out of My Penis!
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The thunder crashes through the middle of the poem
The Poet’s spermatozoa rains across the planet Earth
And then you jump on a freight train across the universe
You land in a field of floating strawberries
Lenin & the Beatles are playing class warfare as they float in the sky
Millions of suns then rise out of your coffee and up into the galaxy
Then somebody whispers a garbage truck into your ears
You hijack the garbage truck and ride off into the sunset
But then the sunset explodes
So you now have to find a new ending to the poem
But that’s when a beautiful naked transvestite jumps out of the poem
And now you’re having anal sex with a transvestite while Donald Trump serenades the two of you with the Star-Spangled Banner
Then Donald Trump & Joe Biden begin having anal sex together while you & the transvestite serenade them with the Star-Spangled Banner
And then Ronald McDonald the clown serves up the end of the poem with Coke, fries, and endless war

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Blue State - Red State - I Wipe My *** with All 50 States!
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Flying cats are flying around the spinning room
As I smoke crack-cocaine with Jesus Christ
And we’re watching God & His big black Dick make immaculate conception with the Virgin Mary
That’s when the ceiling disappears to reveal a swirling mass of crack-smoking angels swirling all the way up to the big toilet in the middle of the universe
And now someone’s knocking on the door
So I open the door and a huge monster with an erect penis and two heads is standing before me
One head is that of a donkey, and the other head is that of an elephant
Each head has a toilet in the middle of his face
The donkey spoke out of the toilet in the middle of his face and said that he wanted my vote to become President and **** America & the world up the *** with his liberal-Dixiecrat-values
And then the elephant spoke out of the toilet in the middle of his face and said that he wanted my vote to become President and **** America & the world up the *** with his conservative-Republican-values
That’s when I pulled out my big kosher meat that’s even bigger than God’s big black Dick
(because I’m of the chosen people!)
And I proceeded to urinate this line of poetry all over the two headed monster of the donkey & the elephant
And then I shut the door on this poem

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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The Space Alien Invasion of Pornography
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Soon to be a pornographic musical of space aliens in the White House

I was riding 10,000 penises
Across a universe of giant bananas
When suddenly a tidal wave of Beethoven’s spermatozoa
Drowned all of the planets & moons & suns of the universe
And I was riding a surfboard on this giant tidal wave of Beethoven’s spermatozoa
All the way to the store of singing belly buttons
Inside the store all the hallways led to different solar systems that were galaxies away
And the shelves of the store were filled with poems & symphonies & paintings that were dripping their spermatozoa everywhere
So at the store I stuck my tongue up the vagina of a giant talking lizard
And me & the giant talking lizard boarded a flying penis that blasted off into the imagination of Hieronymus Bosch
And suddenly 7 billions of human beings were trapped inside of the imagination of Hieronymus Bosch
And a wrecking ball smashed the planet Earth into pieces
And we’ve all been practicing the poetry of cannibalism ever since

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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A Poem Written in a Brothel while Partying with Mozart & the White Lady
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I’m pissing into the universe
And right now thousands of gargoyles are jumping out of the penis of Hieronymus Bosch
And all the thousands of gargoyles are devouring the planets in our solar system
And the jazz drums are playing abstract Expressionism exploding again and again across the universe
And everyone jumps into their own belly buttons and hides there for centuries
So now I’m jumping on a flying banana and flying off into one of Jackson Pollock’s paintings
Except a Bruckner Symphony hits me upside the head
And a Buddhist monk in high heels & lingerie steals all my body organs
So now I’m floating amongst thousands of statues in a sky of purple & green
And the Statue of Liberty is burning down the moon with her torch
And that’s when I jump out of my grave at the cemetery and I give heart attacks to everybody standing around at my funeral
So everybody having heart attacks is clawing & clawing at the sky
And they’re all begging the gargoyles in my testicles for mercy
But then a swinging wrecking ball smashes the universe to pieces
So we grab all the pieces of the universe together and start rebuilding the universe

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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How Wolf Larsen Gave All the Space Aliens Genital Herpes
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I sing all your hallucinations to the flying cows
And the flying cows pull out gigantic Eiffel Towers from their crotches
And they ejaculate Gustav Mahler symphonies all over the planet Earth
So all the dogs & cats begin rioting on streets across the world
And then all the space aliens begin rioting on streets across the universe
And the sky is shattered and all the planets are burned down
And that’s when the space aliens sing pornographic opera songs to all the dogs & cats
And a new abstract Expressionist government is established throughout the universe
And all the space alien porno actors of the universe
Have a gang bang with the Queen of England, Mother Theresa, & the Virgin Mary
And everyone lives orgasmicly ever after

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Immaculate Conception With a Tyrannosaurus Rex in Washington DC
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I was waterskiing on the moon
When a symphony suddenly hit the moon and smashed the moon into millions of pieces
That’s when a space alien grabbed me and threw me into a 1970s pop song
So I sung the blue sky all over my ancestors
And right now millions of freight trains are jumping out of your penis
And you’re shaking hands with Lake Michigan
Next the Pacific Ocean jumps up and swallows the universe
So now all the penguins are sitting on a beach in Florida getting drunk
Now it’s time to tattoo the ending of the poem all over your naked body
But I have to dig your grave first

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Birds at Dawn Singing a Poem to Me
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I’m snorting all the politicians of Washington DC up my nose
Then I play golf with the castrated testicles of politicians
And then I **** my poetry into the holes in the golf course
Numerous holes-in-one!
But then all the planets of the universe are invaded by clones of the American president
And everybody is screaming poetry out of their anuses
So I start juggling all the European cities in my hands
And now all the European cities are in midair
But then I fumble and all the cities of Europe come crashing down on me
And now I’m a phrase of poetry creeping up your naked skin
And your orgasm is multiple tidal waves of art splashing across the universe
Now you’re laying down on the moon
Looking up at your female orgasm dripping off of all the planets of the universe

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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The Skyscrapers are Singing Red, Blue, & Green
A poem by Wolf Larsen

A tornado jumps up and starts throwing thousands of art movements around
And millions of Greek sculptures are parachuting out of the skies
And tidal waves of classical music are flying out of everywhere
And huge erect penises are popping out of everybody’s brains
And the bellybutton songs are invading the other planets
And nobody can find their hands because their penises are singing opera
So huge earthquakes are re-creating the world
And the world is being re-created over and over again
And the poetry is banging and banging on everybody’s doors
And the marching feet are marching off the planet Earth
And into the imaginations of thousands of Gods
The thousands & thousands of gods in our testicles
That are all screaming their abstract Expressionism at the awaiting vaginas
And the awaiting vaginas are yearning to be filled with everybody’s abstract Expressionism
Until the ending of the poem is pregnant with the 10,000 monsters of your imagination

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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The Jesus Christ Super Sonic Flying Dildo
A poem by Wolf Larsen

You’re riding a big vacuum cleaner through the universe
And you’re being attacked by big flying strawberries
Who are shooting vicious bananas at you
That was when a giant space mermaid with the face of Cleopatra
Devoured you & the rest of the 21st-century
And then big floating Polish sausages start invading the solar system
Thrusting straight into the big hole in the middle of the universe
And the big hole in the middle of the universe is singing Italian opera
And millions of little Woody Allen clones are crawling & crawling in the pubic hairs of the Roman Empire
So huge nipples are declared President of the United States of America
And we ate a screaming Pablo Picasso for breakfast lunch & dinner
Of course the Queen of England was the waitress
But that was before the blue sky ate through your brains

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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The Sunny Day of the God Jism Festival
A poem by Wolf Larsen

All the planets & suns & moons jump out of the toaster in your kitchen
And on all the planets are Greek philosophers screaming pornographic philosophies
While all the flying frogs are jumping from one moon to the other
And all the flying frogs are eating people & space aliens
As everyone’s ears begin singing flying dildos up into outer space
And all the giant ears attached to human legs are walking through huge poems that are devouring everything
And all the Italian Renaissance artists are in a crackhouse on the moon painting pornographic religions with their jism
And then the poem stops at a stoplight at a busy intersection
And you jump out of the poem and walk down the street

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Wolf Larsen Jizzying All Over The Statue of Liberty’s Face
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Dedicated to my genital herpes

Thousands of planet Earths start growing in your head
And now a big lizard’ s tongue has grabbed you!
Oh no!
Oh reader! Prepare to be eaten!
And the next thing you know you’re inside the stomach of some lizard!
So now you’re praying to God to change your situation
So God changes you into a herpes sore on the American President’s penis
And The Bipartisan Herpes Orchestra of Washington DC welcomes you with “Hail to the Herpes!”
Of course you feel honored!
Meanwhile God is ****ting the universe out of his butt hole
And all the giant lizards of both political parties are blabbering & blabbering herpes & more herpes in front of the television cameras
While sunny days & rainy mornings are crashing into each other all around you
Meanwhile God is wiping his *** with this poem
And the American Commander-in-Chief is busy Making Herpes Great Again with the First Lady
And everyone in America before ballgames & football games now sings the Great Herpes National Anthem
To all the dolphins who are swimming in this line of poetry
And all the rats on Capitol Hill & Wall Street start rioting demanding the end of this poem

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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A Homoerotic Naval Exercise on a Nuclear Submarine
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Thousands of kangaroos were hopping out of the Bible
And Jesus Christ clones are riding the kangaroos hopping everywhere
And all of the Charles Manson gargoyles growing on the walls
Are devouring huge mathematical equations made out of purple & blue & green dildos
And the purple & blue & green dildos are flying out of the opera singers’ mouths on stage
While you sit in the audience masturbating the French Impressionism between your legs
And now you’re ejaculating your nuclear missiles all over the opera singers on stage
And then the devil jumps out of the floor and begins reciting Wolf Larsen’s poetry
As all the Jesus Christ & Charles Manson clones having anal sex on the ceiling
(painted by Michelangelo)
Are ****ting their symphonies all over the audience members
And everybody in the audience gets up and dances like strawberries & bananas kissing each other forever
And the ending of the poem picks up a sledgehammer and smashes the English language into pieces…

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Kubla Kahn’s Eiffel Tower in Xanadu’s Pleasure Cave
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I was building a Temple of Lust out of electric flying penises
When Kubla Khan did cum and decree that the Eiffel tower between Wolf Larsen’s legs
Shall be a stately pleasure dome for all the sheep of Montana
And as The Almighty Poet pleasures all the sheep of Montana
The sheep shall recite Wolf Larsen’s poetry to all the Cubist ejaculations of Pablo Picasso
In that great whorehouse of Avignon known as City Hall
Underneath a sky of falling jism waterfalls
Splashing fauvist knowledge all over the planet Earth
With the brightly colored paint-spermatozoa of the great ejaculator: Kubla Khan
This Southside of Chicago Kubla Khan - the greatly endowed prowler of public toilet heavens
In the homoerotic glory of Greek statues coming to life amongst festivals of pagan lust
While at the great American debates of diarrhea
Between a nation of asses & elephants
Under the glorious falling jism of God
We wait for World War III

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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A Charles Manson Portrait in the Louvre Reciting a Poem to You
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Thousands of subway trains are flying around your giant penis
And all the entranceways to the magical vaginas
Are guarded by magical guillotines
And the magical guillotines are singing their opera all night long
While waiters with planets as heads
Are serving the delicious castrated genitals of God
To the ballerinas that are dancing around the mushroom clouds
And now all the airplanes are flying into your ears
As you recite this poem to the clouds inside your head

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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A Spaceship Sailing from Your Imagination into Ancient Times
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The blue sky is singing its orgasm to me
And all the planets are falling out of my butthole
And my bellybutton is talking to me in secret languages
While my feet are walking across the English language into the brains of thousands of gargoyles
And my eyes are swirling with the swirling solar systems
And my hands are masturbating all of the great Roman emperors
Whose penises are ejaculating this poem all over you

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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World War III Makes My Balls Itch
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The trumpet is playing all your wet dreams
When suddenly your giant penis rises up and crashes into heaven
And somehow all the nuclear submarines in heaven wind up floating in your toilet
The President of the United States is notified of the situation
But the President is too busy snorting all the orgies of the Roman Empire up his nose
Meanwhile the First Lady’s Tits proclaim sanctions on Canada
Because Canada harbors terrorist polar bears that fly out of the penises of Canadian Mounties every leap year
Meanwhile the Dixiecrat contender for President is picking Andy Warhol’s art out of his nose
And then a mushroom cloud jumps out of God’s penis and says, “Good Morning!”

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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The Tribunal on Corporate Wife Exchanges
Declares a Ruling on Jellyfish Jism
A poem by Wolf Larsen

This ruling shall be sung by nine pairs of buttocks wearing judge’s robes.

Whereas, the walls of jellyfish jism
Are lollipops to the delirious tongues of porn actresses
Whereas, the intergalactic-bellybutton-exchanges
Are a threat to our capitalist civilization of government & corporate whorehouses
And whereas, The Tribunal on Corporate Wife Exchanges
Recognizes the importance of huge testicles in all of our ceilings
The Tribunal on Corporate Wife Exchanges declares that
Blue skies made out of crawling tarantulas
Can no longer be considered classical music to all of the space alien murals
Inside the brains of fish
Especially when the fireworks be jumping out of our penises
So, in response, The Tribunal on Corporate Wife Exchanges declares that
All female orgasms shall be taxed by intergalactic fish riding bicycles
Through all the glorious buttholes of bourgeois good taste
Found in the grand toilets of the pubic hair planets
And furthermore, The Tribunal on Corporate Wife Exchanges
Finds that all buttholes in the faces of capitalist politicians shall be
Declared to be orifices of wisdom
Whose knowledge is as infinite as any smiling *** running for President
This declaration of The Tribunal on Corporate Wife Exchanges
Posted on this tidal wave of Tuesdays
In this season of elections to decide who shall be the Great Syphilis of the Free World
On this planet of whorehouses
So help us to eat dog
Yummy!
And finally, to conclude this declaration worthy of publication on your favorite toilet paper
Let us all accept these “donations” of white envelopes under the table
With all the graciousness of a wicked wink
In the honorary tradition of buttocks in black robes everywhere

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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A Giant Duck Singing the World on Fire
As it Rides a Kangaroo Off to the Vietnam War
a poem by Wolf Larsen

I was setting fire to all the space satellites in my dreams
When a flying giraffe with huge teeth bit the moon in the ***
I said I was setting fire to all the space satellites in my dreams
When a flying giraffe suddenly bit the moon in the ***
And now my wife has been swallowed by the big black hole in the middle of the universe
And I don’t know what to do
I’m so broke and hungry that I be eating all the thoughts in your head
I say that I be so broke and hungry that I be eating all the thoughts in your head
And that’s why the universe is being eaten by ants that escaped from a Salvador Dali painting
Now it’s time to go
And fly off to the land of pink mountains & talking rivers
I say that now it’s time to go
And fly off to that land of pink mountains and talking rivers
Hope you all have a good time floating on that big old testicle in outer space
It’s time to say goodbye
Biiiinnggg - boooonnnngggg - boooooommm…

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Spermatozoa Waltzing & Waltzing Around Your Ballsack 24 Hours a Day
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Thousands of planet Earths begin waltzing around the symphony
And the symphony is waltzing & waltzing around your spermatozoa
As your spermatozoa is flying up into the womb of the sun
And the sun’s rays are waltzing & waltzing around the city
And the buildings & architecture of the city is waltzing & waltzing around you
And all the naked angels of heaven are waltzing & waltzing around you
As you walk through a universe of planets & suns & moons waltzing & waltzing around you
And now thousands of your clones are waltzing & waltzing around you as you sleep in your bed
And you wake up in hell to millions of sexy demons all waltzing & waltzing around you
And then you ejaculate poetry all over the universe

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Two Luscious Mangoes & an Erect Mayflower Between the Preacher’s Legs
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Glory hallelujah to this empty page screaming at me
Glory hallelujah to all the spermatozoa in your brains
Glory hallelujah to all the symphonies in your ballsack
And praise the horny dogs that hump our legs
Praise the horny dogs for all the screaming monsters in these words
Praise the prostitute-politicians of both political parties
Praise the prostitute-politicians for all the pink rabbits jumping out of these words
Praise the priests & preachers
Praise the priests & politicians for all the vaginas devouring the rainbows in the sky
Can I get an amen
Can I get an amen for all the blueberry verbs flying off the page
The blueberry verbs that fly into our salivating mouths
Can I get an amen for all the transvestites strawberries
The transvestite strawberries that make nuclear submarines delicious
Now it’s time for collections & donations
Give me 10% for all nouns smoking crack cocaine in this poem
Give me 10% for all the city’s buses flying off to Jupiter
And before you leave here
Let me ejaculate all the sounds & smells of the city
All over you
And be blessed
With horny verbs dripping from your skin

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Poetry is a Playground
A poem by Wolf Larsen

A child is digging in a sandbox for rainy nouns & sunny verbs
And then Bozo the Clown pulls a fire truck out of his *** and gives it to the child
And now the child is driving the fire truck down the avenue in Manhattan crashing into all the solar systems on the way
And the child’s smile stretches across the universe
And all the planets & suns & moons float out of out of the child’s smile
And that’s when a tornado in outer space grabs the planet Earth and throws it into a children’s story
And the children’s story puts on the intergalactic robes of the space manikins
And then the Great Wizard of Spermatozoa waves his Magic Dick
And turns the solar system into a delicious pastry being eaten by the reader
And now the reader floats up into a thunderstorm
And the reader is eaten by the end of the poem

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Three Dancers & a Cello
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The first modern dancer jumps from the earth to the moon
The second dancer creates thousands of phrases of poetry in a series of bodily movements
The third dancer creates 2,000 years of immaculate conception in just a matter of moments
Then the cello does South America before it blossoms with Ireland and then throws in a jazz note
Meanwhile, the first dancer has jumped back to earth and is now rioting on stage
The second dancer is dancing the alphabet in reverse
The third dancer moves like she’s lost inside of a painting that we cannot see
Meanwhile, the cello is crashing the 20th century around a bit, before it dives into Romanticism
And the three dancers are doing 3 different world wars on stage
The cello plays the approaching mushroom clouds

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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The Blue Sky in Your Nightmare
A poem by Wolf Larsen

All the politicians are riding flying dildos off into the mushroom clouds
And choo-choo trains are rolling out of eyes & ears & penis of Mickey Mouse
And all the children are riding the choo-choo trains around God & the Devil doing immaculate conception together
While the new Czar of capitalist Russia is riding a surfboard into the 19th century
And the Big Rump of the White House is tweeting space alien hieroglyphics to all the laughing clowns in our testicles
While the American secret police & regular police & national guardsmen are busy stomping out freedom & liberty from sea to shining sea
And the Dixiecrat challenger for the throne of the world’s Warlord-in-Chief is slithering towards the election finish line
And now the poem becomes a tornado of screaming-human-faces
And paint & musical notes are falling out of the mouths of the screaming-human-faces
And now this poem is dripping in paint & musical notes

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Futuristic Spermatozoa Machines that Blow in the Dark
A poem by Wolf Larsen

In the future we will communicate with each other via intergalactic telepathic spermatozoa
In the future we will make love via flying lollipops
In the future we will travel via love testicles with rocket boosters attached
In the future we will write poetry with the castrated penises of space aliens
In the future each one of us will have thousands of faces which we will share with each other every day
In the future we will create reality by picking humongous alligator eyeballs out of our noses and smearing them all over the walls of mental institutions
Everyone will snort everyone else up their noses in the future
We will live inside of each other’s brains

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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A Homeless God Addressing the Seagulls
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The telepathic messages from our penises are burning through the sky
And the sailboats flying around our heads are really angels
The most beautiful angels that attack us with talking vaginas
While the skyscrapers scream & scream all night long
And the lake jumps over the space satellites
While the heavens come crashing down into our brains
And our brains are filled with herpes sores that talk to us in our sleep
So we pick up sticks off the ground and throw them at the big vagina in the middle of God’s face
And while God sits on the toilet reciting the 10 Commandments
We give the end of the poem a blow job

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

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

The Son of God Walking Down the Street Shouting
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I am the magical strawberries that this music is playing!
I am the railroad trains of collapsing vagina planets!
No one can cure the pigeons of flying rainbows like I can!
I am the son of God, listen to me!
Listen to the tornadoes in your testicles!
Listen to the speeding motorcycles flying off to glorious yeast infections!
Nobody can open the floodgates of chlamydia like I can!
Only the Kingdom of Chlamydia can save us!
Only My Father can save us from the raspberries & blueberries & boysenberries that are growing out of the nuclear submarines!
Save us from the poetry in the Devil’s Balzac!
Save us from the telephone wires connected to our brains!
Oh Father, why have you forsaken my speeches to everyone’s bellybuttons!
Oh Father, why are you urinating this poem from the sky into my mind?

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

My poetry on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/user/WolfLarsenNaked

[WolfLarsen]

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

Leonardo da Vinci Painting Wolf Larsen & a 4 Legged Dog Making Immaculate Conception Together on the Table of the Last Supper as Jesus & the Disciples Watch & Masturbate

A poem by Wolf Larsen

(This poem is to be sung by the 535 asses & elephants of the John Wayne Gacy Cannibalism Choir on Tuesday, November 3rd on Capitol Hill, Washington DC. Please RSVP)

I pull out my Dick and my urine flows across the universe in a curving-swirling-line of poetry
Meanwhile, her vagina is dancing from planet to planet
And her endless bellybuttons are playing thousands of pornographic symphonies from sea to shining sea
And the seven continents are rolling and rolling around me
While I give Jesus Christ on the cross a blow job
And as Jesus Christ makes immaculate conception with my wife
I sing like dozens of cats at 3 AM to all of the paintings inside of your head
Because you are my Juan Gris with a pair of tits & a Dick
And whenever I ejaculate all over your paintings I feel God’s laughter creating a new human race

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

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

Wolf Larsen Performs His Poetry for America’s First Family
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The President of the United States of America invites Me to the White House in Washington DC to
**** his wife the First Lady
And the President prepares the First Lady by putting his paintbrush-tongue into the Holy Church of Immaculate Conception between the First Lady’s legs
And with his paintbrush-tongue the American President creates Francisco de Goya’s painting Christ on the Mount of Olives between the legs of the First Lady
Then the President prepares my grand pen-phallus by putting his mouth around my penis
And the President’s mouth creates Wassily Kandinsky’s Composition 4 around my glorious pen-phallus
And with the cameras ready (the American people are watching)
The First Lady opens her legs and becomes the most irresistible living breathing Greek sculpture that the erotic imagination could ever create
And with my mighty giant pen-phallus ready to create the art of Paul Gauguin with the First Lady
I begin to enter the Holy Church of Immaculate Conception between the legs of the First Lady
And I am now thrusting the Spanish Inquisition into the First Lady
I am now thrusting the Apollo mission to the moon into the First Lady
I am now thrusting Cuban mambo music into the first lady
And the First Lady moans like an opera singer
The first lady moans with heroic Romantic era paintings pouring out of her mouth
The first lady moans with all of the birds of the world singing to us
And then I pull out and I ejaculate American realist painting all over the United States Congress
I ejaculate Andy Warhol’s pop art all over the nine justices of the Supreme Court
And I ejaculate Romare Bearden’s painting The Dove all over the President’s face
And all the American people who’ve been watching on television stand up and applaud from sea-to-shining-sea my great performance of erotic poetry in the White House
And then I am honored with the Oscar Academy Award for greatest performance for a Stud Poet
And then the Nobel Prize committee enters the Church of Immaculate Conception between the First Lady’s legs to study all my poetry dripping there
And the Nobel Prize committee awards Me with the Nobel Prize for Literature

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.

A Space Station Made Out of Nipples & Booties & Erections
A poem by Wolf Larsen

At a construction site excavators are pulling huge universes out of the heads of Anne Sexton & Octavio Paz
And the excavators are dumping all of the huge universes into your head
Meanwhile the carpenters are hammering eyeballs into everyone’s faces
And the electricians are wiring everybody’s brains to the sun
And the plumbers are laying the pipe from the mouths of capitalist politicians to the sewer systems
And then a big vagina swallows up the construction site
And giant feet are stomping all over everyone’s imaginations
And the birds of the sky are ****ting lesser-evil Democratic politics all over everybody
And that’s when a tidal wave of syphilis jumps out of a symphony
And splashes across this poem

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[tonywalt]

Perhaps your best.

[WolfLarsen]

Thank you Tony Walt.

Here's the next poem:

The Reader & the Poet Waltzing Through the Universe Together
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The reader & the Poet are waltzing together through all the alleyways of the poem
The reader & the Poet are waltzing on the moon together as the space worms eat the sun out of the sky
We’re waltzing past the giant bouncing fruits that are screaming obscenities at all the giant ears in the sky
We’re waltzing through the half-abandoned towns & closed factories of America’s rustbelt
We’re waltzing over & around flying rainbows
We waltz together until we reach the end of the poem

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

A Bird Singing a Poem to You
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The reader finds himself on the edge of the universe
Staring off into a horizon filled with top 40 pop songs
Standing on a cliff falling down into Woody Allen’s hilarious brains
And then the Poet pens a tidal wave of imagery that heads straight at the reader
And the reader finds himself drowning in the middle of the poem
And now a beautiful female devil grabs the reader and pulls him down into hell
And now the reader is fornicating beautiful immaculate conception for all eternity in hell
While up in heaven all the born-again Christians are having a protest against sex on earth
And then the Poet hammers the ending of the poem into the reader’s brains
And the Poet walks away into the mushroom clouds of World War III

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

The Wolf Larsen poetry channel on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/user/WolfLarsenNaked

[WolfLarsen]

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.

Summertime in the Garden of Love
A poem by Wolf Larsen

To be sung by all the men of Boystown

As naked men are walking around the forest
The birds are singing the most sensuous symphonies
And the neon skyscraper-penises are entangled together all over the sky
And anuses & mouths are growing out of the trees like the most forbidden fruit
And then Julius Caesar jumps out of the bushes
And gives you a speech full of flowers
Before he bends over and shows you his Garden of Eden

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.

Fall & Summer Having Anal Sex with Each Other
A poem by Wolf Larsen

A phrase of poetry shoots out of your penis and crashes into the moon
And the pieces of the moon falling to the earth become the words in this poem
And then a giant fish swims out of the Statue of Liberty’s vagina
And the giant fish swims through our brains
As it whispers miles & miles of Gothic architecture growing inside of our heads

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

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

John F. Kennedy on His Knees Swallowing All My French Impressionism
A poem by Wolf Larsen

As I swim through your testicles
Vagina universes are growing all around me
And opera voices are falling out of all the vagina universes
And all the opera voices are touching me with a neoclassical horny itch
While the corpse of God hanging from a tree
Touches his crotch with violin strokes
And then I roll up all this pornography into a blunt and smoke it

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.

The Garden of Eden in Your Head
A poem by Wolf Larsen

You fly around & around the sun like a crazy insect
While the saxophone plays endless penises & anuses & mouths
And then you start ****ing & ****ing the moon
And you spurt all your words into the moon
And thousands of miles of poetry begin growing out of the moon

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

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

Wolf Larsen Kicking God’s ***
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I punch god in the nose and god’s nose spurts abstract expressionism all over the universe
And now the whole universe is a colorful abstract expressionist canvas
And then I gouge out god’s eyes with my fingers
And god’s two eyes become the sun & the moon in the sky
And then I punch god in the side of the head
And god falls and crashes and splits up into comets & asteroids flying everywhere
And that’s when all of humanity begins the Orgies of Immaculate Conception to celebrate

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

You’re Dancing On Two Different Planets At The Same Time
A poem by Wolf Larsen

This line of poetry jumps out of your belly button and frolics with a puppy
This line of poetry is a field of sunflowers
This line of poetry is You & Van Gogh eating a mountain of human ears together
Then the weather flies east
And everyone runs around the sun naked
And now millions of lines of poetry are flying around & around the solar system
And then a giant whale comes and eats the whole solar system

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Wolf Larsen reciting poetry on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/user/WolfLarsenNaked/videos

[WolfLarsen]

Decapitated Human Head Soup
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The buildings grow legs and start running all around us
The dogs & cats start barking & meowing that they want to be eaten
And all the dogs & cats jump into our mouths and we swallow them whole
And then we swallow all the highways & cars and they’re delicious
And the sky is punching the ground over & over again
And the dogs & cats in our stomachs start singing opera to us
And then all the planets in the universe started blowing up
And we take the pieces of the planets and we build giant erotic sculptures with them
And then we all jump back into our mother’s vaginas and we go to sleep

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.

Delicious Skyscrapers in Cherry Sauce
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Thousands & thousands of you are growing out of the ground and the surrounding buildings
And spaceships are flying out of all the endless mouths of all the thousands of yourselves growing out of everything
And on the spaceships are endless clones of your mother with a pair of tits & a Dick
And all the endless clones of your mother with a pair of tits & a Dick are ****ing all the flying buttholes up the ***
And all the flying buttholes are giving Demopublican & Republicrat political speeches
And then you open up a can of sardines and 6,000 languages jump out
So now you’re building a jagged-schizophrenic-sculpture out of the 6,000 languages
And then you chop yourself up into pieces and turn yourself into a sculpture

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

Guillotine Music for a Sunny Day
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The first line of poetry punches the reader in the face
Then a dog ****s millions of universes all over the poem
And the poem dances the waltz with thousands of dogs down the street
As a dozen drunks vomit poetry all over the reader
Then the Poet pulls out his Dick and urinates a line of poetry all over the sky

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

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

McDonald’s in India (The Happy Meal Musical Concerto in Big Dick Major)
Played on August 666, 1789 by the Honorary Donald Trump Mentally Insane Orchestra)
Conducted by the Grand Wizard Dixiecrat Joe Biden
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Flying cows are saving the world from space alien jizz
As the Statue of Liberty gives birth to Ronald McDonald the Clown
Then Ronald McDonald the clown ejaculates McDonald’s hamburgers all over the planet Earth
And then the Virgin Mary & Mary Magdalene get married
In a wedding ceremony held in Ronald McDonald’s Balzac
And inside of Ronald McDonald’s Balzac millions of Wolf Larsens are writing this poem together
While Shakespeare gives Ronald McDonald a blow job
And then Ronald McDonald ejaculates all the millions of Wolf Larsens all over the Mona Lisa’s face in Paris
Have a happy blue sky!

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Wolf Larsen’s stand-up comedy is very unusual, and is inspired by his own bizarre literature. See for yourself on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCbA1QjpWSWOlIEalOi4hsYw/videos

[WolfLarsen]

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

I Invite Everybody to a Poetry Reading in My Balzac
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I begin stabbing & stabbing the English language looking for a poem
I find the poem in the First Lady’s vagina
But then I’m swallowed by thousands of bellybuttons
So I punch Wall Street in the face
I kick Washington DC in the balls
And I **** all the priests & preachers up the ***
Then I masturbate to Igor Stravinsky’s “Rite of Spring”
As I fantasize of revolution

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

Wolf Larsen & Shakespeare Planting Sunflowers Inside Van Gogh’s Paintings
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I pull a flower out of this poem and offer it to Shakespeare
Shakespeare accepts my flower with a smile that erupts with the sweet concerto of his voice
And then Shakespeare bends over
And Shakespeare shows me a wondrous cave full of Elizabethan literature growing for all eternity
That’s when My Glorious Pen writes graffiti-art all over the walls of Shakespeare’s cave
And then My Glorious Pan ejaculates all the warm summer days of Chicago into Shakespeare’s love cave
Then Shakespeare & Wolf Larsen embrace each other under a sky dripping with paint & musical notes
And we fall asleep together and wake up inside this poem
And then we have Sunday brunch together

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.

A Bridge of Sunshine Into Your Head
A poem by Wolf Larsen

William Shakespeare is ejaculating flowers & crickets & house music all over the South Side of Chicago
And now all the surrounding buildings are dancing into outer space
The dancing buildings are a phrase of poetry of graffiti-art of funky high skyscraper-letters flyyyyying through outer space
Meanwhile everybody is doing the immaculate conception around-&-around the planet to the beat of house music
As the space aliens in our Balzacs drink cognac
And now we’re ejaculating the space aliens into the big anus in the middle of the sky

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

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

Sex Riots in the Streets Every Night
A poem by Wolf Larsen

First I paint the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel with pornography
And then I write lurid symphonies of sexual volcanoes
And then I turn all your dancing-naked-bodies into sculptures with a hammer-&-chisel
Then I masturbate My Paintbrush to the rhythms-of-Mozart
And with paint I splash your naked bodies all over the walls of the city
And now I’m ejaculating the words of this poem all over the page

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

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

A Waterfall of Beer Splashing All Over Your Imagination

All the trees & flowers are growing with fear out of your head
And cannibalistic alcoholics are jumping out of your mouth and assaulting all your dancing clones
And your eyeballs are jumping & bouncing everywhere
While all the automobiles are being swallowed by Uranus
So when will heaven cum?

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Check out my poetry videos on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/user/WolfLarsenNaked/videos

[WolfLarsen]

The Lake Eats the Sky
A poem by Wolf Larsen

As the drummer swirls around different universes
And the bass creates railroad tracks & rivers & highways of 18 wheelers
The saxophone crashes through the sky and spurts his musical notes all over the canvas of the universe
And then the saxophone falls silent
And the trumpet blurts out one phrase of poetry after another
And the drums sing Arabic calligraphy around & around the music
Until all the dogs & cats are dancing in the streets
And then the crickets start to sing the end of the poem

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

Driving a Motorcycle Back to the Middle Ages
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The saxophone is blasting rainbows of crack-cocaine everywhere
The drums are smashing all the solar systems into pieces
The bass is rearranging the English language into a pornographic sculpture
The saxophone is making all the phrases-of-poetry in your head dance together
And as the drums play all the neoclassical sculptures of Rome come alive and drink & dance & orgy together
Then the bass slows time down until the world stops spinning

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Lots of my videos on YouTube where I perform my poetry with lots & lots of energy:
https://www.youtube.com/user/WolfLarsenNaked/videos

[WolfLarsen]

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.

Afternoon, Right Hand, Penis
A poem by Wolf Larsen

A collage of singing sculptures
Sculptures with giant hands painting your face over-&-over again
In a landscape of billions of crawling penises
All crawling & crawling into the giant vagina in the sky
And marijuana forests grow out of the giant vagina in the sky
And you wander in these marijuana forests singing to all of the clouds swimming around you
And then a red toad jumps up and swallows you in one gulp

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

Ejaculating the South Side of Chicago All Over New York City
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The piano is creating new Juan Gris still lifes every second
The drums are circling Gothic graffiti all around you
The saxophone is ejaculating collages all over the audience
The piano starts turning the city into a Mondrian canvas
The drums are in the middle of a Jackson Pollock canvas
The piano throws a few final notes into eternity
The saxophone begins World War III

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

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

The Holy Blasphemy of Preacher Wolf
A poem by Wolf Larsen

God! Pulled out the big paintbrush from between his legs and ejaculated life all over earth!
God! Gave us penises of green & purple & yellow to **** our abstract expressionisms into the sky!
God! Gave us vaginas filled with solar systems! To conquer outer space with the great female orgasm!
Praise be to the Big Dick God of the clouds!
Praise be to His Almighty Erection!
Only God’s Almighty Erection can save the sun & the moon from the soft limp penis!
Praise the camel toes of the yoga pants!
Praise the erections in the bicycle pants!
Glory Jesus is cuming hallelujah!
He’s cuming & cuming & cuming! Halleluujaaaaaah!

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

A Symphony of Billions of Solar Systems
Sung by a Chorus of Cicadas
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Zillions of cicadas across the world are singing this poem to you
So you skip-skip-skip-da-de-do across the world
As you sing space alien symphonies to all the cicadas
As the space aliens paint huge imaginations
Huge imaginations that are bursting into symphonies that are bursting across the solar systems
The same magical symphonies being sung by zillions of cicadas across the world

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

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

Drinking Beethoven While Eating the Neighbor’s Cat
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I was drinking the music of the cicadas
When all the fishes of Lake Michigan started knocking on my door
So I opened the window, pulled out my musical instrument, and urinated vowels & consonants all over the passerby below
And then I started sailing across an ocean of beer
I reached an island of human flesh with a belly button on top
And God up in the sky poured a glass of whiskey and handed it down to me
I climbed up the ladder to heaven and kicked God in the nuts
Then I toasted the space aliens and drank God’s whiskey
Afterwards, Me & the Devil went to the whorehouse (City Hall) together
And we handed out portraits of Benjamin Franklin to the mayor & ‘da aldermen as we ****ed them all up the ***

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

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

A Big Christmas Tree Growing Out of Santa’s Crotch
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I’m drinking coronas with Jesus & the Disciples
When suddenly Jesus pulls out his Big Black Dick
And Jesus cums a Noah’s flood of bright fauvist colors all over the world for 40 days & nights
Meanwhile, Mary Magdalene is dancing a pole-dance striptease in front of me & the Disciples
And Pablo Picasso is painting Mary-Magdalene’s-moving-body in a crashing orgasm of Cubist angles flying everywhere
And that’s when the Big Bang of the universe flies out of Mary Magdalene’s vagina in the biggest female orgasm you’ve ever seen!
And thus the universe was born!
And then I stomp on the poem and squash it to death
And now I’m turning into a grasshopper and hopping away

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

An interview with Wolf Larsen. Wolf talks about his books, working in Alaska, traveling the world, and running for public office:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dRc57rKcAKk&t=177s

[WolfLarsen]

A Guillotine Concerto
Played by the Orchestra of Blue Collar Gods

The cello slices the city in half
All the violins are rampaging through the rich neighborhoods and smashing everything
The timpani drums are overthrowing monarchies & dictators & bourgeois “democracies”
And the choir is singing bourgeois pigs going round-&-round rotisseries in restaurants everywhere
And the audience is eating the music with big devouring mouths
Then the trumpet & saxophone dance gleefully around the guillotine going up-and-down
The choir sings the song of the human race yearning for liberation

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Advance permission is given for the reproduction of the above poem by physical & electronic & Internet forms, as long as the poem is not edited, the author is given credit, and the purpose of such reproduction is not hostile.

[WolfLarsen]

Skyrockets to Your Brains
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I jump the poem through your brains
I slash your brains up into an abstract canvas
Your brains are splashing all over the seven continents
While all the cicadas sing LSD songs to you
As the sky & the world & the oceans swirl around-&-around you
And as the end of the poem stabs you
Your red blood splashes all over the black canvas of the universe

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Wolf Larsen recites his poetry on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/user/WolfLarsenNaked/videos

[WolfLarsen]

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.

Ten Million Comets Swimming Around the Universe of Your Father’s Balzac 9 Months Before You Were Born
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Trees are growing out of the music
Elephants are stampeding out of the saxophone & trumpet
The drums are splashing rainforests all over the universe
Frederick Douglass is ****ing George Washington up the ***
And Frederick Douglass is exploding hundreds of billions of solar systems up George Washington’s butthole
Meanwhile, all the feminists & born-again Christians are protesting erotic art splashing along all the walls of the city
Then the poem hangs up…

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.

Having an Affair With the Moon
A poem by Wolf Larsen

We’re all riding eyeballs into outer space
When suddenly all of outer space is on fire
But then correct English grammar saves us all with the Queen’s English of Her Majesty’s vagina
But suddenly this phrase-of-poetry is crashing & slashing & lurching out of control of the Poet
So the Poet stabs the poem-to-death with his Penis
And everyone lives happily-ever-after inside their bellybuttons

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

The Outer Space of Your Imagination
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I’m planets from outer space drifting through your veins & arteries
I am rays of lightning and crashes of thunder that are phrases of poetry
And vice versa
I am millions of space aliens eating through your brains
I am thousands of galaxies swirling around-&-around in your testicles
You grow from a child into an old man in one of my seconds
The 10,000 years of your human civilization is one of my minutes

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.

Pierre Boulez Conducting the Fires Burning in California
A symphony played by the bunny rabbits bouncing around in my balls
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Oceans are splashing around inside my head
The ground is moving up & east & north and around my thoughts
The trees are erupting out of the ground every day
The insects are screeching & howling for sex-sex-sex right now!
Everything is drooling with life under a sun that just gets bigger & bigger
And then the French horn has a thousand heart attacks with the sunrise

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

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

I Dare this Mother****er Walking Up to Try and Mug Me!
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I aim my penis at the sun
And I shoot flying dragons at the sun
The sun then sings me homicidal blood-filled symphonies for the next 1,000 years
So I grab the Empire State Building and I beat the blue sky upside the head with it
And then the Empire State Building turns into a giant penis in my hand
And I **** God up the *** with the giant penis in my hand
Then I **** all of the asses & elephants of Washington DC into the toilet of your brains
And then I wipe my *** with the Norton Anthology of Literature
And finally I ejaculate the south side of Chicago all over academia
And now I lay down in bed next to your naked wife

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Me doin' my poetry thing:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NOer1xpXt-c

[WolfLarsen]

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

Drinking Budweiser with God
A poem by Wolf Larsen

You’re drinking a six pack of cubism
When Igor Stravinsky suddenly crashes through your brains
And the Empire State Building jumps out of your butt
And the Empire State Building is dancing with the Chicago skyline
To a symphony of beautiful riots in the street
When suddenly the sky falls out of the sky
And all the up is filled with thousands of anuses
All singing of an eternal poem with the history of the universe inside of it

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

More Wolf Larsen acting out his poetry on YouTube:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xawqRjl_GLc

[WolfLarsen]

Cubist Still life of Empty Liquor Bottles, Crack Pipes, & Used Condoms
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I grab a knife and I start slashing & cutting the universe into pieces
And then I begin writing this poem with the blood of the space aliens
Then all the rap artists in my Balzac begin rapping a rap symphony of a thousand-bright-colors
The music sounds like the rat-tat-tat of AK-47s making love to the blue sky
And the blue sky becomes a beautiful lady opening up her legs to me

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

Warning: Do NOT read this if you are overly sensitive, or have a problem with obscenity.

Millions of Cats Meowing & Meowing in My Studio Apartment While I Chop Them Up & Eat Them One at a Time
A poem by Wolf Larsen

As thousands of cats fly around Salvador Dali
I stab General Franco over & over again as Salvador Dali watches
Then I paint an abstract expressionist canvas with General Franco’s blood
Afterwards, while I’m pissing on General Franco’s corpse
Salvador Dali’s wife comes to me naked and begs me to **** her
So I **** Salvador Dali’s wife while Dali watches us with an exquisite smile
Then I cum all over Salvador Dali’s face as he begs me for more

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

Warning: Do NOT read this if you are very religious.

Only the Insane are Sane
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Malcolm X sits on God’s throne in heaven laughing
While all the angels in heaven are carrying AK-47s and getting ready
And the Devil (a white woman) is sitting by Malcolm X’s side
(She’s his bride)
Oh no! A rhyme! And that’s when the space aliens invade heaven with their magical penis machines
Meanwhile, General Butt Naked is preparing a cannibal feast for the Italian Mafia
(Which is vacationing in Disney World)
But first a word from our sponsor

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Another one of my poems on YouTube:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W6qMo5l62Wc&t=37s

[WolfLarsen]

No Exit
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The flute sings with all of the freight trains rolling & rolling across the North American continent
While the jazz band paints a canvas of abstract expressionism & fauvism making love
The saxophone plays summer crashing & crashing into fall
While the drums are tearing apart the world into endless war
And the bassoon is wandering through a barren landscape of tree stumps trying to find a forest
And then the trumpet begins crying

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

Blood Splashing Over Midnight Sky
A concerto played by the AK-47 quartet in a drive-by
A poem by Wolf Larsen

You’re searching for your head in the Sahara Desert
While your headless body is swimming through the Milky Way Galaxy
And your eyeballs are revolving around & around each other
And the ocean is drowning the sky
While your millions of clones are walking on all the planets and reciting this poem

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

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

Orgasms! Orgasms! Orgasms!
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The winds are carrying away the old world
And the new poetry is jumping out of the sky
And everyone falls off the earth as they scream out the new poetry
And the booming-booming drums are an avalanche
Avalanches and tidal waves and wildfires storming across the landscape
Leaving a barren landscape to build a new orgasmic civilization

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Me reciting more poetry on YouTube - poetry & more poetry - yippeeeeee!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XC4fEKheSpQ&t=236s&ab_channel=WolfLarsen

[WolfLarsen]

Segregation City Blues
A poem by Wolf Larsen

A Jew strung up on a cross
Ain’t much different than a black man hanging from a tree
There is a bunch of Clu-Clux-Cockroaches with guns over there
And we need some allies
Estos Latinos, ellos pueden hacer nuestros aliados
I said, these Latinos can be our allies
I worked alongside of them, and they taught me their tongue
And the poor and working-class whites,
Stop telling them that they’re “privileged”
Many of them don’t even know where their next meal is coming from!
Brother & Sister, we need allies
And we need guns
‘Cause if those Clu-Clux-Cockroaches got guns
We need them too

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Advance permission is given to all for the reproduction of the above poem, whether such reproduction is in physical or electronic form, as long as the author is given credit, and the purpose of such reproduction is not hostile.

[WolfLarsen]

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.

The Quiet After the Orgasm of World War III
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I turned into a bird and flew off into a paradise of colors
And a waterfall of fauvism was splashing its orgasm all over the earth
While billions of Charles Manson clones were making love to all the women of the earth
And the President of the United States was conducting World War III with his big baton/penis
And then the quiet came…

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[tonywalt]

There is a bunch of Clu-Clux-Cockroaches with guns over there - reminds me of Loud Reed's "For What It’s Worth" - 'There's a man with a gun over there'

[WolfLarsen]

So true! Things are getting pretty... is scary the word?
I think sometimes I have to get out of my ivory tower of Surrealism, or whatever it is I write, and write about something real for a change.
Here's a poem that's kind of real:

The World is Not OK
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I write my poetry with mushroom clouds
That are waiting for us just around the corner
And I wipe my *** with the speeches of capitalist politicians
I dance with the ever-increasing multitudes of homeless down falling-rising-streets overflowing with poverty
I embrace my own poverty & misery with a fake smile
That I throw at you when I tell you everything’s okay

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

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

Drinking an Atomic Reaction
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The planet blew up and its vowels & consonants flew everywhere
Then the last poem ever written by man exploded out of your penis
And painted all your lusty verbs & adverbs & adjectives all over the black night
And now you’re driving down a road through thousands of vaginas
And you’re swimming inside the vagina of Mary of Bethlehem
And when you reach the smiling face of her sun
The sky begins to grow & grooooow

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Me reading another spontaneous poem on YouTube:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xbte86IIrgE&t=47s&ab_channel=WolfLarsen

[WolfLarsen]

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

Christians Nailing a Jewish Carpenter to the Cross
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Thousands of sunflowers, be groooowing ooout of my head
I said that, thousands of sunflowers are grooowing ooout of my head
Those sunflowers be grooowing, all the waaay to the staaaars!
Sometimes I be, fuuuucking my right haaand!
I said that, sometimes I be ****ing my right hand, all the waaay to Timbuktuuuu!
Right hand, I sure do, loooove yoooou!
Right hand, I love you like the Christians love the great buttocks of God!
My ancestor was a, Jewish carpenter in the Old World
Those Christians in the Old World, practically nailed that Jewish carpenter to the cross
So he crossed the ocean
No, he didn’t walk over the ocean to get here
He had to work seven looong years, to pay the passaaaage
Just To get away from, them Goddaaamn Christiaaaans
Just one problem thooough,
Those Christians are here toooooo!
And whether they’re PC liberals, or born-again conservatives
Some of these Christians sure give me the bluuuuues...

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

Musical Composition for a Transient Sculpture
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The symphony is playing the sculpture that’s moving round-&-round the universe
While everyone’s brains are flowing out of the kitchen faucet
And everyone’s brains are flowing across the musical landscape
While everyone plays the music with their sexual genitalia
And then the human race comes crashing down

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

Goodbye, California!
A poem by Wolf Larsen

As the world flies over the sky
And as the wildfires fly out of this poetry
The poem crashes through the world with endless destruction
All the flames are endless phrases of poetry burning down the world
Thousands of poems all jump out of each other
And dance & laugh through the flames

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sbEJztXr1Ek&ab_channel=WolfLarsen

[WolfLarsen]

Keyboards Goin’ West, While the Drums are Headed to Mars, and the Sax is Playing the French Revolution
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I want to stab my music into the planet Earth!
I want gargoyles throughout the universe constantly reciting my poetry night & day!
I ripped my claw through the oceans and murdered everything
I decapitated all the fish of the oceans
While they screamed their poetry & prose at me
I drank enough poetry & prose that even the alcoholics ran away in terror
And I will be your guillotine operator today
Please lay below the blade
Thank you

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

I recite LOTS of poetry on my YouTube channel:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C8s4lhkkOa4&ab_channel=WolfLarsen

[WolfLarsen]

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.

Fall is Cumming!
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Poetry was flying all around me as I walked down the street
The air was itchy with hyperactive words screaming to be written
But I was suddenly kidnapped by a huge pink vagina
And the Roman Army marching out of her huge pink vagina began dancing in the streets to house music
So everybody retreated and jumped into a painting for safety
And we’ve been swimming around inside this Jackson Pollock painting ever since

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

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

Burning Down A Planet
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I **** beautiful neo-classical sculptures all over the Italian countryside
While God urinates the blue sky all over America
But God gets VD and wildfires jump out of God’s penis
And now the third testicle from the sun is on fire
While the birds are happily singing, “The World’s on Fire! The World’s on Fire!”

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

A Poem Written with the Reader’s Blood
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I let the poem fly
The poem jumps out in front of the reader
And while the poem repeatedly stabs the reader
The reader says: “Thank you! Thank you for stabbing me!”
And then a bunch of artists jump out of my testicles
And paint this poem with the reader’s blood

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Wolf Larsen does poetry on YouTube:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=giZ34mqZJGE&ab_channel=WolfLarsen

[WolfLarsen]

2 Cats & A Meat Grinder in a Studio Apartment
A poem by Wolf Larsen

My refrigerator is empty, and so is my wallet & my bank account
I lost my job in March
And now it’s September
The unemployment benefits have been cut
But I’ve got 2 cats & a meat grinder
Here kitties! Here kitties!

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

Two poems today!

Soon
“Booooooong! Booooooong! Booooooong!” goes the church bells
At the funeral of the human race

The World Crashing into God’s Brains
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The images crash upon the shore of the poem
And the dead people fall out of the sky
And now billions of dead people are growing out of the ground all around me
And I pull out my penis
And my horn starts playing bebop schizophrenia touching the skies of a thousand planets
And now God’s brains are on fire

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

Doin’ a Drive-By While Listenin’ to Opera
A poem by Wolf Larsen

A giant mushroom cloud rises out of the poem
And then a minnow swallows the universe
And then Charles Manson jumps out of your penis and says, “Hi!”
So you start beating Charles Manson upside the head with a flock of Canadian geese
And then everyone on television & radio start screaming the seven forbidden words over and over again
As you float off towards the planet of Pluto and fall asleep

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Wolf Larsen doing more poetry on YouTube:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V3woJcDQaJs&ab_channel=WolfLarsen

[WolfLarsen]

6 Pack, Studio Apartment, Saturday Night
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I was urinating thousands of human languages all over my true love
She was smiling up at me like an invading space alien civilization
I introduced her to Fernand Leger, Francisco Tarrega, & Henry Moore
And the 3 of them made love to her in a porno flick entitled: “Make Immaculate Conception to Me!”
And she got pregnant
She got pregnant with Dada collages growing in her tummy like delicious fruit
She now works in a whorehouse called Capitol Hill as an erotic dancer
She dances between World War III & the coronavirus
I love her like the forests love forest fires

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Me doin' poetry poetry & more poetry on YouTube:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LE3MQqIkhA4&ab_channel=WolfLarsen

[WolfLarsen]

Warning: do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.

Bugs Are Flying All Over My Thoughts
A poem by Wolf Larsen

All the bugs jump out of the universe
And now all the bugs are flying through space alien brains the size of solar systems
And while the Marquis de Sade whips & whips everybody in the orgies on Mars
Huge Sex Temples are built on the 7 continents
Share an orgasm with a stranger, anybody?

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

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

Wiping Myself With A Red White & Blue Cum Rag
A poem by Wolf Larsen

So at the bipartisan orgy of immaculate conception in Washington DC
Prostitutes (oops! politicians!) were selling their booties for bribes (oops! campaign contributions!)
And President Rump was snorting 200 countries and 300 million Americans up his nose
While the First Lady was doin’ a pole dance for Jesus & the disciples
And Dixiecrat Joe was in a white sheet night riding through AmeriKKKa on his lynching campaign (oops! election campaign!)
And Karen Harris was the Prosecutor-in-Chief throwing 300 million Americans into a Gulag called the USA
And then Mike Pence pushed the atomic button (because God told him to)

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Advance permission is given to all to reproduce the above poem in any form, whether in electronic or physical form, as long as the poem is not edited, credit is given to its author, and the purpose of such publication is not hostile.

[WolfLarsen]

A Masturbatory Collage of Music & Painting
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Silence crashes out of our ears
A huge collage jumps out of your head every second
The piano notes fly across the planet before they drift out into outer space
The violins fly in all directions across the universe
The drums and the painting fight each other
A waterfall of everything falls all over you
So you line John Cage against the wall
And you shoot him

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NdQu0vE28Pk&ab_channel=WolfLarsen

[WolfLarsen]

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

Blue Sky Juice
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I bang & bang words into the poem with a hammer
And then I cut the Chicago Skyline in half with a saw
And then people - endless hordes of people - begin oozing out of the words
And then I throw all the hordes of people into a musical collage that’s flying all over the place
Then God walks up and offers to suck my big Irish Dick for some crack
So me & God start smoking a bowl together
While the traffic & buildings & people all crash & bang & fly all around us

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

A Symphony of Crickets
A poem by Wolf Larsen

All the planets of the universe are on fire
And huge storms throughout the galaxy are throwing planets this-way-&-that
Even the black sky above is filled with flames
And the people & space aliens jump on top of giant birds and fly away
To different universes where the galaxies welcome us with open legs
And that’s when a cricket ate the planet Earth

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

Drums & Whispers & Colors
A poem by Wolf Larsen

So thousands of space aliens invade your brains
And red jumps out of the painting and covers you with blood
And all the skyscrapers in your testicles jump out of your penis and fill the sky
While giant construction projects crash out of your brains
And now endless paintings are jumping out of your mouth
As you whisper to all the cockroaches crawling out of everybody’s ears

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HNcgsZO9Xmc&ab_channel=WolfLarsen

[WolfLarsen]

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

Glory Hallelujah to My Balls!
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I was eating all the cannibals out of your brains
And my tongue stretched all the way from Chicago to New York City and up the Statue of Liberty’s vagina
And then the Statue of Liberty farted the entire United States Air Force out of her butt
And now military airplanes are crashing into Wasilla Kadinski’s paintings & Igor Stravinsky’s symphonies
So President Rump pulls out his 2 inch penis and ejaculates nuclear missiles into the faces of all the space aliens
And then all the Christians of America sing together: “Ameeeeeeeeeeeen!!”

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qu9PO_5At4s&ab_channel=WolfLarsen

[WolfLarsen]

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

Butt ****ing Joy to Everybody!
A poem by Wolf Larsen

So I’m ****ing the poem up your ***
While all the angels in heaven are ejaculating poetry all over the human race below
And the Chicago White Sox hit a homerun that flies over the Sears Tower and smashes Chicago’s North Side into pieces
So now a raving homeless Shakespeare is screaming butt-****ing joy to the sky as he walks amongst the rubble of Chicago’s North Side
Then Wolf Larsen runs into Shakespeare and Wolf stabs Shakespeare to death
As all the fireflies sing with joy

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

Delicious Barbecued Ants (Crunchy!)
A poem by Wolf Larsen

A hundred motorcycles zooooooom up your fallopian tubes and get you pregnant
And now the Milky Way Galaxy is swirling around your rising-big-tummy
Then Uncle Sam jumps out of your vagina and says: “How do you do?”
So you jump on a tornado and you ride away

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.

A Symphony of Thousands of Colors
A poem by Wolf Larsen
for Luca Francesconi

The symphony flies around the universe
The universe bashes out of the painting
The painting jumps out of our penises
Fauvist colors splashing out of billions of vaginas in the greatest simultaneous female orgasm ever!
Fauvist colors jumping & splashing all over the black night sky
And then the poem flies off to the future

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Check out me Wolf Larsen reciting poetry on YouTube ha ha ha ha:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nDqqFuE5xaM&t=5s&ab_channel=WolfLarsen

[WolfLarsen]

A Swinging Wrecking Ball Smashing Capitalism to Pieces!
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Empty stomachs are howling with rage
While the Republicrat rabid dog debates the Dixiecrat sleazy snake
To see who will win the atomic button to kaboom-kaboom-kaboooooooooom the world!
Until then, the rich pay us in peanuts while they hoard mountains of gold!
And conservative politics is nothing more than a mountain of diarrhea as high as Mount Everest
And liberal politics is much the same, only sprinkled with the extra flavor of hypocrisy
A world of hungry wretches dreams of our only true savior: the guillotine

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Advance permission is given to all to reproduce the above poem, whether in physical, electronic, or Internet form, as long as the poem is not edited, the author is given credit, and the intent of such publication is not hostile.

[WolfLarsen]

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.

A Basketball Game of Giants
A poem by Wolf Larsen

A giant grabs the planet Earth and uses the planet Earth as a bouncing basketball as he runs across the floor of the universe
And then the giant’s head explodes and millions of solar systems fly out of his head
Meanwhile, Alice-in-Wonderland is riding a huge flying spermatozoa all the way to the giant floating testicle of Jupiter
And millions of phrases of poetry are growing out of the ground all around you

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.

Penis Orchestral Music for the Right Hand
for Iannis Xenakis

The music creates hallways of insanity
The hallways of insanity crash into your brains
And now your brains are rearranging and rearranging into a collage of 6 billion voices
6 billion voices that become a chorus of colors
That drip down & doooown out of the end of the poem

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.

A Smile & a “Hi!” & a Phone Number & a Date that Leads to the Bedroom
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Each phrase of poetry is a different beautiful insanity
Each phrase of poetry dances around you & me as we make immaculate conception together
I ejaculate tidal waves of poetry into you
And thousands of images drip out of your pussy and all over the world
And then nearly 200 sunrises & sunsets grow inside your swelling tummy
Until you give birth to the most beautiful memory of me

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

Burp!
A poem by Wolf Larsen

A wrecking ball smashes the poem to pieces
And the words go flying off into thousands of imaginations
Where the words grow like exotic weeds across the landscapes of everybody’s brains
And the words grow into phrases of poetry that grow out of our heads
And the phrases of poetry grow out of our heads into all the galaxies of the universe
And then all the galaxies of the universe are swallowed by a cartoon character
Burp!

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z1-rRe8b3PU&ab_channel=WolfLarsen

[WolfLarsen]

A String Quartet of Voices in Your Head
A poem by Wolf Larsen

A statue in the park pulls out his humongous penis
And with his humongous penis the statue begins conducting a symphony of thousands of human languages
Flying all around the universe in your brains
As endless eyeballs jump out of the sky
While Wolf Larsen stabs Salvador Dali to death under a full moon

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

Detroit is Growing Out of Your Face
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I float the poem off the world
Then the poem slashes & cuts through thousands of solar systems
Until all the solar systems fall into your pan
And you add the seasoning of the cut-up pieces of Salvador Dali’s body
Now you have a delicious plate of surrealism
And the 50 mouths of your face devour & devour the surrealism
Until thousands of kangaroos jump out of the end of the poem

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

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

I Ejaculate My Poetry All Over The Universe
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The poem splashes out in all directions across the universe
And the seeds of the poem become planets
And out of the planets grow endless phrases of poetry
And out of all the phrases of poetry grow human heads
And as all the human heads throughout the universe sing opera together
Endless moons revolve & revolve around all the human heads
Until all the endless suns of the universe explooooooode

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

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

Immaculate Conception! Immaculate Conception! Immaculate Conception!
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I’m grabbing skyscrapers and ****ing all the space aliens up the ***
And I’m making immaculate conception with all the humans & animals & trees & inanimate objects on the planet Earth
And now everyone & everything is pregnant with my poetry!
And everyone & everything explodes with the luscious colors of my poetry
And then as everything around you drips with the luscious colors of Wolf’s poetry
You suddenly disappear into outer space

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Watch Wolf perform his poetry:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Soq2TPUV9Sc&t=93s&ab_channel=WolfLarsen

[WolfLarsen]

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.

The Art Museum at Night
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Vincent van Gogh jumps out of his self-portrait
And Vincent unzips his pants and sticks his Empire State building into the mouth of Edward Munch's “Scream”
Then Frida Kahlo falls from the plumbing in the sky
And Frida Kahlo lands on Vincent van Gogh’s face
So now Vincent van Gogh is eating out the Milky Way Galaxy swirling between Frida Kahlo’s legs
Meanwhile, Leonard Bernstein arrives
And Bernstein conducts the menage-a-trois of Edward Munch’s “Scream” & Vincent van Gogh & Frida Kahlo
Until they have a great big orgasm of modern art that’s splashing all over the museum

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

The Wind of Centuries
a poem by Wolf Larsen

The poem zigzags through poems & sculptures & symphonies
Until it reaches the land of 10,000 pussies growing out of the wind
That's when a giant waterfall of human heads falls out of the sky
And all of the solar systems of the universe jump out of your mouth
And escape into the night sky

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Watch Wolf performance poetry on YouTube:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YEFOel411CE&ab_channel=WolfLarsen

[WolfLarsen]

Coronavirus Jazz
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The piano plays a phrase of poetry crawling towards you
The bass asks the sunrise a question
The saxophone plays thousands of human languages all dancing together
The trumpet plays all the thousands of languages forming together into constantly-changing-sculptures
And then the drums crash everything into pieces

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.

A Symphony of Sin
A poem by Wolf Larsen

You’re walking through a landscape of miles & miles of used condoms & empty beer cans & crack vials
And everywhere around you the phrases of poetry grow miles high up into the sky
And standing under the phrases of poetry are sexy-sexy-prostitutes
Beckoning you into a concrete Garden of Eden of unprotected sex
Vaginas as big as planets beckon you everywhere!

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

Up?
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The land falls down the sky
The sky jumps into the poem
The river flows around & around the poem
The flowers grow all over the sky & the poem
And then the poem skips off into the distance

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.

I have a backlog of poems, so I might be posting two a day for a while.

Drunk, Saturday Night, Pen-In-Hand
A poem by Wolf Larsen

All I want to do is re-create the universe!
I want to turn poetry into endless 100 story penis-skyscrapers swirling all about the landscape of the earth...
Poetry is always an endless orgy!
Penises & anuses & vaginas are jutting out of this poem like a Cubist orgy!
As Picasso smiles down upon us from heaven and urinates beautiful art all over our bodies...

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.

Wolf the Poet
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Poetry is my wrecking ball!
Build and destroy! Build and destroy! Build and destroy!
Let poetry dance off the page and through the air!
Let poetry bang and crash like war and car crashes and Igor Stravinsky’s “the Rite of Spring”
Let poetry cause riots!
Let poetry seduce until hundreds of naked women are making immaculate conception with the Poet!
Let poetry murder as the Poet shanks everything boring with his pen-knife!
All poems should be splattered in blood and pussy juices and cum!
Each phrase of poetry should be a tidal wave splashing off the page!
And the poem ends with guillotines going up-&-down and nuclear missiles shooting around the world!
This phrase of poetry is a giant mushroom cloud!

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Advance permission is given for the reproduction of the above poem, whether by the Internet or physical form, as long as the poem is not edited, credit is given to the author, and the intent of such reproduction is not hostile.

Wolf Larsen performs poetry on YouTube:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x3HsXywfDsg&ab_channel=WolfLarsen

[WolfLarsen]

Brown, Red, Green
A poem by Wolf Larsen

A million opera voices rise in a giant tidal wave out of the poem
Then flying words fly out of the poem and the words fly around us like crazy insects
Now buildings grow upside down out of the sky
While the sky flies around the centuries
Until up and down run off together hand-in-hand

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.

A Wet Dream I Had
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Giant penises riding around everywhere on four wheels
Are shooting asteroids at each other
While endless Ronald McDonald clowns are riding giant hamburgers through the air
And all the endless Ronald McDonald clowns crash all their giant hamburgers into moons & planets
And the end of the poem shakes hands with the reader

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.

Monday Drinking with Punk Rock
A poem by Wolf Larsen

A thousand years of youth are exploding everywhere
The music is turning all the architecture into poetry
The entire world is dripping in sex
Tornadoes are jumping out of everyone’s penises
Rivers of orgasms are flying out of everyone’s pussies
While the phrases of poetry are running around each other faster-&-faster

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

One of my poetry videos on YouTube:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-dBDKCRpPoM&ab_channel=WolfLarsen

[WolfLarsen]

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.

Wolf Love
A love poem by Wolf Larsen

My love
I conquer the world with my pen-sword!
So that I may give you the entire planet!
I shall write exquisite poetry on all the walls of the world!
With the dripping red blood of our enemies
And the human race shall erect a beautiful temple of erotic art to honor us
And this temple shall be built over a mountain of human skulls
Ha! Ha! Ha!
And you & I shall sit together on thrones of gold in this Temple of Love
As the entire human race gets on its knees before us
And the entire human race shall recite my poetry night & day to honor us
And in our Temple of Love the Festivities of Immaculate Conception
Will be performed for your eyes
And you will watch from your Queenly Throne
As my great Pen-Phallus
Performs poetry with all the women of the world
And the beautiful words of poetry in My Ballsack
Will father the next generation of the human race
And thereafter everyone who walks the earth
Shall be the son or daughter of the Great Poet
The Great God of Words: Wolf Larsen

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Advance permission is given for the reproduction of this poem, whether in Internet or physical form, as long as the poem is not edited, the author is given credit, and the purpose of such publication is not hostile.

[WolfLarsen]

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.

The Poet Murderer
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I stab the English language over & over again with my Pen
All the colors & words & imagery spurting out of the English language creates a new universe
A new universe through which the reader is walking through now
A universe of disease & poverty & war that infects the reader with death
And then I the Poet smash the universe into pieces with a wrecking ball
And I pull out my Pen-Phallus and I ejaculate & spurt a new universe of bright sensuous colors all over the faces of the human race

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

A Québecois Wolf
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I put the English language on the chopping block and I begin chopping it up
I put a bomb in the middle of the English language and I blow it up into millions of pieces
I turn the English language into an obscene sculpture
And with my pen-phallus I **** the English language for the next thousand years

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Advance permission is given for the reproduction of this poem, whether in Internet or physical form, as long as the poem is not edited, the author is given credit, and the purpose of such publication is not hostile.

[WolfLarsen]

Everything Dancing Around Everything
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The drummer keeps inventing giant new art movements every second
The bass comes and changes the Earth’s orbit
And now the planet Earth is revolving & revolving around your head
And then the saxophone begins crashing everything together
10,000 years of human history are flying out of the saxophone
And all the children of the world begin dancing & dancing around the jazz band
Meanwhile the drums are lost in some other solar system
And then the drummer & bass & saxophone fly off in different directions
And everything crashes around you

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

Everything is Growing Out of Everything Else
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Mushrooms are growing out of the words
Words are growing out of our thoughts
Our thoughts are growing all over the universe
The universe is growing out of the mushrooms

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Musical Mushrooms
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Mushrooms are growing out of all the planets of the universe
Words are growing out of the page
Poetry is growing out of all the mushrooms

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Wolf Larsen on YouTube:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aG6PS97m5Jg&ab_channel=RTRTVerified

[WolfLarsen]

Up & Down & Over & Around
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The fast engine of insane imagery makes the poem run and run
The poem is running around-and-around with its gears & wheels & levers
The gears & wheels & levers are nouns & adjectives & verbs
That are running a conveyor belt of poetry that stretches across the universe
A universe of languages & planets & sexual imagery built on top & around & inside the poem
Whose poetry engine is a bunch of words running & running around each other
Until the Poet shuts off the poem
Because the Poet is the Grand Mechanic of the Universe

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.

Wolf Larsen the Great!
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Four Salvador Dali clone-eunuchs carry Wolf Larsen on his throne through all the spinning solar systems
And then the four Salvador Dali eunuchs place Wolf Larsen beside Salvador Dali’s wife
And Wolf Larsen & Salvador Dali’s wife together create a great mural of immaculate conception
And Salvador Dali’s wife has an orgasm
And a humongous tidal wave of surrealistic imagery splashes out of the pussy of Salvador Dali’s wife
And 9 months later a prince of poetry is born

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

A String Quartet of Thousands of Wolf Larsens
A poem by Wolf Larsen

For Milton Babbitt

You walk into a tiny room with thousands of giant Wolf Larsen faces on the walls all laughing & crying & screaming
The ceiling is a smiling sky dripping its blue neurosis all over you
The floor is a constantly-changing-river of human emotions & bright colors & musical notes flying past
Then hundreds of doors in the walls open
And millions of clones of you jump out

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Wolf Larsen poetry on YouTube:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O76F0Hqu6eM&ab_channel=WolfLarsen

[WolfLarsen]

Wolf Larsen Urinating on Shakespeare
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I plant the Québecois flag on Shakespeare’s plagiarist ***!
I urinate French all over English-speaking North America!
And all the textile mills of New England begin churning out verbs & nouns & imagery flying out in all directions...
Together we Québecois & Native Americans aimed our guns at the English...
Together we laughed as rivers & lakes & oceans of English blood spilled red everywhere!
And let every year be the year 1066!
When we conquered that miserable barbarian island!
Let us take a swinging wrecking ball to the English language!
CRASH! BOOM! BANG!

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Advance permission is given to all to reproduce the above poem, whether in physical or Internet form, as long as the poem is not edited, permission is given to the author, and the intent of such publication is not hostile.

[WolfLarsen]

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.

The Poet’s Erection!
A poem by Wolf Larsen

My Penis is the Greatest on Earth!
All the men of the earth dress as transvestites and have a colorful parade beneath my window
They scream my poetry as they dance to all the abstract expressionism singing out of Jackson Pollock’s penis
We must erect giant 1,000 story penis sculptures on planets throughout the universe!
Because Dennis Rodman looks beautiful in a wedding dress!
And while Jean-Paul Sartre sucks existential philosophy out of Dennis Rodman’s Dick
I embrace the naked body of the reader
And I whisper flowers growing-inside-your-head into your ear

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.

Wolf the Crack-Smoking Scientist
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Wolf the Scientist-Poet inserts 10,000 kangaroos into the butthole of a Wall Street derivatives trader
And the economy collapses inside of testicles across the universe
And then Wolf crosses the DNA of a hurricane with a delicious soup of hundreds of solar systems
And now kangaroos are jumping out of buttholes across the universe
Hey reader, do you like to smoke crack?

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.

.Circles…
A poem by Wolf Larsen

For Jean Barraque

The piano does the Wild Wild West with space aliens devouring each other
Then the color blue begins ****ing thousands of paintings having an orgy with each other
Meanwhile huge tornadoes are jumping out of everybody’s toilets
And the oceans & continents & the sky are having a menage-a-trois together
While huge marijuana music is licking the pussy of French Impressionism
Then the piano plays all the skyscrapers walking away...

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

Wolf Larsen Destroys the Universe
A poem by Wolf Larsen
For Wolf Larsen - the Greatest Poet that has ever lived!

Wolf Larsen’s gigantic ego grew & grew until Wolf Larsen’s ego grew too big for the universe
And the entire universe explodes
And now planets & suns & moons are flying out in all directions
And the space aliens are running away from the flying debris of the universe
But then all the elements of the universe begin percolating & growing & swirling within this poem
And then there’s a BIG BANG as the poem explodes
And a new universe is born

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.

Wolf Larsen and Wolf Larsen Passionately Kissing Each Other!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
For me! Because I love myself!

So I’m walking through Boystown
And there’s thousands of Wolf Larsens all kissing each other and ejaculating poetry all over each other and ****ing each other up the butt
And the orgy of all the thousands of Wolf Larsens with each other is being painted by the great Marc Debauch
And the poetry of anuses & mouths & penises is being sung in opera houses around the world
And then all the gorgeous Greek gods descend down from the heavens to Boystown
And everyone ****s each other up the *** happily ever after

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Wolf Larsen poetry on YouTube:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o-aP1WRky0g&ab_channel=WolfLarsen

[WolfLarsen]

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.

A Symphony of Erections!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
For all the classical music conductors & porn actors

So giant Eiffel Towers suddenly grow out of all the crotches of all the world’s Poets
And all the Eiffel Towers ejaculate Cubist poetry everywhere
And now the planet Earth is pregnant with Cubism
And the planet Earth explodes with Cubist poetry spilling out across the universe in all directions
And now all the planets & moons of the universe are pregnant with Cubist poetry
And phrases of Cubist poetry are growing out of all the planets & moons of the universe

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

All the Space Aliens Bow Down Before the Poet!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
For Wolf Larsen

I am the Messiah of poetry!
My phrases of eternity conquer the universe!
I urinate my words on Shakespeare’s grave
And now Shakespeare’s grave flowers a thousand miles high
With my crashing-rising collages spewing colors and words everywhere!
Everything is Me! And Me is Everything!
I shoot down God with my phrases of poetry!
And then god kisses the feet of the Poet!

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

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

A Waterfall of Your Thoughts Falling Down the Universe
A poem by Wolf Larsen

You suddenly find yourself standing on billions of different planets at the same time
And all your billions of brains are connected by phrases of poetry
That go zoom & zap across all your billions of minds
And your billions of minds are swirling around the universe
That’s located inside a big black man’s Balzac
And the entire universe is falling like a waterfall out of the big black man’s Dick
Into the vagina of the Virgin Mary

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

[WolfLarsen]

The poems on this thread will appear in a self-published book with the tentative title: My Ejaculations.