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Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.
And Many Immaculate Conceptions More
A poem by Wolf Larsen
A fawoop & a fawaap got married in the Cathedral of the Coo-Coo Christ of Cuckoldry
As the organ played endless penises playing in the playgrounds of Eden all day long
And the banjo blossomed with blueberry haired beauties dancing the beautiful booty booty dance
As the fiddle fadoopled & fanippled & foocuckold with the blossoming banjo
And the best man’s baby blooming in the bride’s belly
Was just a little laughing secret for the bride & the best man to know
As the Minister’s meandering eye meandered all over the bride’s beautiful bountiful bosom
And the (officially not) gay groom groomed his eyes all over the good Minister’s goodly looks
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.
The Whispers of Human Extinction
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Ancient Kings & Queens wearing fast food restaurant uniforms
Are serving everyone Mushroom Cloud Happy Meals
As you walk through an urban desert of giant Bauhaus-international-style-hot-dog architecture
Naked women dance everywhere throwing the adjectives of your misery to the winds
The naked men crowd around you trying to hand you their castrated genitals on a silver platter
Later, in the middle of the night,
Artificial intelligence comes for you
And you are disappeared
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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A Dark Canvas
A poem by Wolf Larsen
It’s raining words all over the universe
And rivers of words carve phrases of poetry through our minds
And each person on earth sits in a huge and empty room
All alone
And then everyone screams endless hurricanes jumping out of their mouths
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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The Year That Would Never End
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Waterfalls of human blood are splashing everywhere
From beautiful Gothic fountains
And human body organs are floating in the air
For as far as the eye can see
And human heads are growing all over the sky
And all the human heads are reciting endless paintings
To the Poet who's walking towards the Giant Anus at the end of the horizon
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen recites his poetry on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zTjk...nel=WolfLarsen
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Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.
A Spiritual Journey Through the Tumultuous Seas Inside Our Testicles
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Only God & the philosophers in our testicles
Can know the answers to the eternal questions
Only God & the philosophers in our testicles
Can sing with a voice as pure & innocent as the mermaids jumping out of our booty holes
Only God & the philosophers in our testicles
Can sing us the way to the other planets
Which we can infest with our humanity
Amen
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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I Am The Universe!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
For Albrecht Durer
So I was having an interview with all the thousands of Oprah Winfreys in my head
With my hand on the grand writing instrument between my legs
No, it ain’t got nothin’ to do with nice Ms. Winfrey
That’s just the way I sit, with my hand on the grand instrument between my legs
I conquered literature with this grand writing instrument!
And my poetry created the universe with the Big Bang!
And also the universe growing in your mother’s tummy!
Children
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Burning Down The Renaissance
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen & Vincent van Gogh are together eating a pile of human ears
As big as Mount Everest
And then millions of flying vaginas show up
And demand to be eaten as well
Meanwhile, thousands of Eiffel Towers with legs
Are dancing all around us
So Vincent van Gogh and I pull out our penises and start playing music
And the music sounds like endless Art Nouveau doorways in your brains
Opening up into an infinite number of universes
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.
Your Butthole Tastes Like Segregation City
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I was ****ting New York City out of my ***
And sucking Chicago’s Dick
Somewhere south of where the Dan Ryan Expressway & the Amazon River make love
But then the Dan Ryan Expressway crashed into a thousand moons
And now Sir George Solti is standing in the middle of the Amazon rainforest
And conducting all the space satellites in the sky
And Lori Lightfoot’s face
Is just a mask worn by Richard Jackass Daley
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Santa Claus in a Bikini Dancing on the Beach With the Statue of Liberty
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Thousands of giant Tyrannosaurus Rex dinosaurs in wedding dresses
Are dancing down the avenues and into everybody’s living rooms
And then all the dancing Tyrannosaurus Rexes pull up their wedding dresses
And pull out their big black Dicks
And ejaculate poetry flying through the air
And the words flying through the air become musical notes flying through the air
And the violins are playing delicious human heads on the supermarket shelves
And the clarinet, oboe, & flute are playing a Joan Miro painting
And the harp plays your right hand & your penis a sweet lullaby
Before you ejaculate the ending of the poem all over everybody
And you pull the poem over you like a blanket
And you sleep under the murderous stars
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Yummy! Yummy! Yummy!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Around the world the stomachs of the working-class people are empty!
And the rich look more & more delicious with each passing day!
Capitalist politicians speak endless words!
But words are empty when you’re hungry!
Bourgeois liberal over a bed of noodles with carrots & peas?
Or how about bourgeois conservative with a baked potato and salad?
Or maybe capitalist dictator with some sweet potatoes and pie?
And how about aristocratic royalty for dessert?
Yummy!
Yummy! Yummy! Yummy!
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Advance permission is given to all to share this poem whether by electronic or physical reproduction, as long as credit is given to the poet, the text is not altered in any way, and the intent of such publication is not hostile.
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Splashes of Musical Notes
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The music paints the sun up in the sky
The choir sings & paints a canvas of mass hunger
And the violins paint the human race - all the billions of faces - staring off into the future
The trumpet & saxophone & drums play wars & revolts & revolutions splashing all over the planet
The harp plays a feeling of helplessness
The flute plays a moment of hope
The music then paints everything black
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf performs his poetry on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f3TkQ580QdU&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
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Eating Yourself
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The poem doesn’t want to be you today
The poem wants to run off somewhere
Millions of words falling everywhere
Tidal waves of everything
Everywhere
All the time
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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The Song of the Reader
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The poem flies around the reader right and left and up and down and East and West
The poem circles around the Middle East
And the Middle East circles around the reader
And then Hong Kong & Tokyo & Shanghai begin circling up and down and around the reader
And the reader is now circling around and around himself...
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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The Alphabet is Burning Down
A poem by Wolf Larsen
With my anger howling across the Great Plains
And my brains snowing everywhere
The music is throwing the sidewalks & people & automobiles into the sky
While the choir sings all the voices in your head having a nervous breakdown together
And the nuclear missiles are shooting out of everyone’s ears
And artificial intelligence is going to eat our brains for dessert
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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The Sweetest River of Her Voice or Boom-ka-Booba-Boom!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Music is in my testicles!
Music is in my booty hole too!
The bellybuttons go flying everywhere
While the violins recite endless moons rising out of the earth
And the bass is turning all your thoughts into calligraphy
And the violins make the calligraphy run & flow like poetry
And the poetry & the calligraphy run & flow along all the walls of the world
And the clarinet makes the calligraphy dance around the human race
And the drums make all of humanity dance around the calligraphy
And then an American predator drone blows everybody up
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
