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Naked Women Jumping Out of Picasso Paintings and Seducing the Reader
a poem by Wolf Larsen
I'm flying over the universe
And the words are jumping around the campfire
While the buildings are running past us and into the countryside
And in the countryside the buildings are jumping on top of each other
And now all the naked people are jumping on top of each other and becoming a giant sexual sculpture
And the musicians are playing the giant sexual sculpture with their rampaging saxophones and waves of violins and blurting trombones
And now the cello plays like a flying dragon breathing fire
The conductor - who stands naked before the symphony orchestra - is none other than the Roman Emperor Nero
And now schizophrenia is happening
And it's a deLiciouS-raSpbeRry-sChiZophRenia
It's sunlight filled with the Earth's orgies
And the Earth's orgies run around-and-around the planet
As the saxophone plays a phrase of poetry rolling around-and-around the planet
And the freight trains are rolling past the screaming landscape
And 7 billion naked people on a giant testicle are revolving around the Sun
All singing the end of the poem together
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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It's Time for 1789
a poem by Wolf Larsen
It's time to dance to revolution!
It's time for Guillotines Around the World to Sing their beautiful song!
It's time to eat those who eat caviar!
It's time to throw the capitalist politicians into the garbage trucks and haul them away!
It's time to put the CEO's that run the “health care” corporations on trial, and strap them into the electric chair!
It's time to go up to the penthouses and throw the bourgeois pigs out the windows!
It's time to build a giant bright future for our children on top of the graves of the ruling class!
It's time for the construction workers to be able to afford to live in the buildings that they’re building!
It's time for white workers & black workers & brown workers to love one another!
Marx & Engels & Lenin & Trotsky will be our gods!
The rats of Wall Street have built nothing!
Those who wear hard hats are the builders of civilization, and should be treated with respect!
The hungry of the world know that something must be done!
As the Lords of the Land demand the rent money from unemployed workers we know what must be done!
And while the four star generals get mountains of shiny new armaments, our grandparents die in neglected hospitals!
The rich are eating caviar while the workers of the world are looking at empty plates & empty refrigerators!
We know what must be done!
It’s time for 1789!
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Advance Permission is given to all for the reproduction of this poem, both on the internet and in physical form, as long as the text is not altered, and the intent of such publication is not hostile, and the author is given credit.
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All the Prostitutes in the Whorehouse Are Singing Opera Together
a poem by Wolf Larsen
A waterfall of Happiness is falling upon the human race
And the human race is dancing in all the happy venereal diseases falling from the Virgin Mary's Vagina in the sky
And now the sun is crashing through the sky
And the sun is wishing everyone a Happy death
And everyone begins talking to each other in the architecture of venereal diseases
And the painters are painting the canvases with the drooling-dripping-happiness of venereal diseases
And then everyone is sucked up into the anus of God
And inside of God’s Anus everyone gets on their knees and prays to poetry
And everyone is digging their graves inside of God's anus
And everyone begins carving poetry into their gravestones
And before they lay down to rest for forever
Everyone watches a movie together about abstract expressionism ****ing surrealism up the *** in a New York City bathhouse in the 1970s
And now all of the painters are painting in New York City bathhouses in the 1970s
They're painting bEauTifuL-naKed-meN across the New York City skyline
And all of the composers are composing Symphonies of vagiNas-&-anUses-&-niPples-&-pEnises-&-mOuths
And Pablo Picasso is dug up from the grave and elected artistic director of the planet Earth
And all the women of the planet disrobe and pose naked for Pablo Picasso's erotic mural that he paints on the blue sky around-and-around-the-Earth
And then Wolf Larsen's giant-flying-penis crashes into the planet Earth from outer space
And everything shatters into words
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Bach’s Moonlight Serenade for a Drive-By Shooting
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I Jump out of you
While the butterflies all fly out of your penis
And then the nuclear submarines in the sky say hello
While millions of your heads are growing inside of my head
And giant sculptures of your penis start growing inside of art museums everywhere
Because all you can do is scream with Art
And the clouds at your feet
And the millions of devils flowing by over your head
Is the orgy of your brains splattered all over the universe
Because you are dying and becoming a living-breathing-painting
Because you are dying and becoming the Symphony-of-Joy playing on planets throughout the universe
And the poem tiptoes out of your dying body
And the poem walks away into eternity...
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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You Aim a Bazooka at the Moon
a poem by Wolf Larsen
The moon crashes into the symphony
The symphony splashes across the mountains & valleys inside your mind
The stars slash through the sky
The birds sing psychosis-&-neurosis all night long
The ceiling drips the plague all over you
You jump up and begin punching God over-&-over-again
You masturbate pornographic art pieces all over the museums
You jump across time and space
And you land inside your mother's vagina
Then your mother has a tremendous-female-orgasm and the blue sky splashes out of her pussy hole
And now you're falling through the blue sky
And you fall millions of miles through your grave
And you land in bed naked beside the Devil in hell
And the Devil puts his arm around you
And the Devil begins passionately kissing you
And the Devil's erect Phallus becomes the most delicious pen in your mouth
And as you swallow the Devil's poetry
You taste the delicious end of the poem
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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A Geriatric Porn Movie Starring Donald Trump & Joe Biden
a poem by Wolf Larsen
Somewhere south of the poem
Is the region of naughty words
Where Byzantine art & Andy Warhol clones make Immaculate Conception together
Under the holy ballsack of William Shakespeare
During the religious ceremonies of Montana sheep ****ing
To The rhythms of 3 sex robots in bed with your wife
In the Symphony of Sex Robot Abstract Expressionism
While the moon be screaming mandolin opera
At all of the drive-by shooting orchestras being conducted by a naked Beethoven
In the Crashing Sky Auditorium where all the neoclassical sculptures smoke crack with the 45 presidents
As the American bombs fall up into the blue sky
The Blue Sky that's dripping across the universe
While Uncle Sam jumps out of God's penis in heaven
And Uncle Sam announces that World War 3 is ready...
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Your Mother with a Beautiful Stranger Creating You
a poem by Wolf Larsen
I pull all the corpses out of the ground
And I throw the corpses into this poem
The corpses all jump out of this poem and shake the hand of the reader
The reader jumps out naked into the snow and begins dancing like a lightning bolt
Lightning bolts suddenly jump out of everyone's hands
And all the lightning bolts fly up into the sky
And God is struck down with lightning
Then I fling the dust of the dead god all over the Moon
And luscious flowers grow out of the Moon in a big colorful schizophrenia
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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The Orchestra of Sexual Desire
a poem by Wolf Larsen
The violins play your mother running naked through the streets
The sky jumps all over your naked mother and makes love to her
The French horn & tuba & trumpet play volcanoes running amok everywhere
The timpani drums play all the earthquakes inside your head
The cello plays your naked father running through the streets after your naked mother
The french horn & tuba & trumpet play all of the restless madmen in your father's ballsack
The timpani drums play your father's heartbeat going boom-boom-boom
The saxophone plays your mother's breasts & nipples going happy
The clarinet laughs and kisses your mother
Your naked sister runs out into the street and throws herself at the Moon
Your naked wife begins dancing on the street corner with the violins
The French horn & tuba & trumpet play tidal waves of sexual desire splashing across all the continents
The harp plays your post-orgasmic bliss floating you up to heaven...
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Music for a Pandemic
a poem by Wolf Larsen
I play psychosis with the saxophone
The cymbals clash the continents together
The world falls into thousands of heads
While the music has too many lips
The clarinet is playing too many long rivers
All the wild beasts jump into the music
While the violins play pandemic after pandemic
The saxophone plays hundreds of naked women surrounding you
The piano is searching for the Middle Ages
The harp is playing that somewhere that you’re always searching for
But can never find
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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The Symphony of Happiness & Death
A poem by Wolf Larsen
10,000 giant penises in front of you
Are playing the violin
While 6,000 giant vaginas on the ceiling
Are playing cellos & double bases
While 5,000 clones of Charles Manson in your testicles
Are all playing the harp
And Joe Biden & Donald Trump are playing the timpani drums together
While all the members of Congress both Democrat & Republican
Are playing oral skills for the corporate lobbyists
And the clarinet player is swimming up your vagina
While the trombone player is flying out of your penis
And the tuba player is jumping up-&-down inside your head
While you lay in the hospital dying...
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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A Giant Love Machine of STDs
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I itch with you
You are my musical syphilis
I create art with your genitals
I breathe with your sickness
I sing with your mental illness
I make peace with your violence
I paint your face on this page
I take your words and turn them into operas
I take your emotions and turn them into plays
I take your death and turn it into comedy
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Tongue & Pussy & Abstract Canvas
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I fill you full of my poems
The same way your lover fills you full of semen
And when I eat at your cave full of Art Nouveau deliciousness
Huge waterfalls of words pour out
And the huge waterfalls of words pour all over the page
And create poetry & symphonies & beautiful insanities
That the space aliens all lick up with their tongues
And the porn actors & actresses that jump out of the flying belly buttons
All announce a giant final orgasm of the human race
Before the mushroom clouds & diseases turn the world into a great emptiness
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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A Ménage-a-Trois of 3 Clarinets
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The first clarinet jumped around the universe
In a circle, and ended up in bed with a naked Virgin Mary
The second clarinet is playing a blue paintbrush
Dashing & dripping & splashing all over the sky
While the third clarinet stands over the naked Virgin Mary
And paints her naked beauty
In one canvas after another
While the first clarinet jumps out of bed and plays millions of faces
All pouring out of your mind
And the second clarinet plays an auTomObiLe-aSsEmblY-liNe
While the third clarinet stands in the middle of the Renaissance
And plays verbs & nouns making love to each other
While the first clarinet plays the 20th century making love to ancient Rome
And then the three clarinets together play
A wrecking ball smashing the poem into pieces
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Cannibalism! It’s Not Just for Breakfast Anymore!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
A volcano jumps out of me
And swords are flying out of my eyes
While Attila the Hun & his army on flying skateboards
Invade your wife’s bedroom
As she impatiently waits in a sexy nightgown
And thousands of giant penises are flying out of the sun at the planet Earth
Then the moon with its giant tongue starts licking & licking the planet Earth
And Saturn’s rings go crashing into your head
And your head explodes across the universe
While your penis shoots photon torpedoes at the Klingons
Then everyone’s eyeballs jump out of their heads
And fly off into somebody else’s dreams
And now 8 billions of peoples crawl & crawl all over the planet Earth blindly
Searching for God’s testicles
To lead them into heaven. .
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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A Musical Canvas of Madness
By the Wolf Larsen String Quartet
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The violin & viola paint the canvas blue & green
And blue-&-green splaaaash out of the canvas
And create a blue & green planet seen from outer space
By an astronaut floating in all of the beautiful-black-diarrhea surrounding the planet Earth
And then the cello & double bass play Donald Trump & Joe Biden having an anal sex orgy together in something called the presidential elections
And the violin & viola circle around-and-around the cello & double bass
And the universe flies around-and-around and up-&-down
As the string quartet plays planets bashing into each other
And suns exploding
And asteroids & comets crashing into planets
And then the string quartet plays an artist throwing & splashing paint
Across-the-canvas & across-the-world & across-the-universe
And the painter paints the universe
As the string quartet plays the paint being thrown this way-&-that
And then the double base draws its last breath...
While the cello plays the poem dancing away.....
And the viola plays the darkness strangling the earth...
And the violin plays the Poet walking away to take a piss...
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
