Flute & Drum Playing Swiss Cheese Together
A poem by Wolf Larsen
It’s space alien hieroglyphics swirling-&-flying around you
It’s all the buildings jumping around you
As you walk your dog through the Milky Way Galaxy
Phrases of poetry are constantly jumping out of all the stars
As all the space aliens make love around you
And then the flute dances you back to earth
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.
The Crazy Parade
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Skyscrapers are running around naked
And people & dinosaurs & kangaroos are jumping out of the music
And the music is bright colors & violent verbs & naughty nouns
And the space aliens & sex robots are dancing to the music
And God is making a pornographic movie with the Virgin Mary
And God wins an Oscar Award for his studly performance
And all the penguins in Antarctica are applauding & applauding
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OhyU...nel=WolfLarsen
You’re Walking East & West At the Same Time
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Huge collages suddenly grow & grow everywhere you look
And then the music crashes through all the collages
And the music jumps through millions of pussies
And the music becomes a maze of Byzantium art
And the reader walks around in this maze of Byzantium phrases of poetry growing in all directions
And then the reader chops himself in half
And the reader walks East & West at the same time
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.
Canvas of Dog & Human Blood, Feces, Cum, & Paint
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I’m not a liberal
I’m not a conservative
I’m a cannibal
People taste as delicious as symphonies
People are as delicious as sex
People are as delicious as puppy
(I lie, puppy is more delicious!)
Even the puppy that ate the puppy with me agreed
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.
Sunday Morning, Studio Apartment, Empty Beer Cans Everywhere
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I live in a universe made out of buildings
Phrases of poetry are growing everywhere
The space alien orgies inside our heads
Are always singing a chorus of Italian Renaissance hamburgers
To the endless dancing Ronald McDonald clones
Parading down the street
And into the big vagina at the end of the universe
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Of Course I’m High!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The most beautiful temples of cannibalism
Are growing on all the planets!
Cannibalism is a delicious heaven waiting for us!
Because cannibalism is a symphony!
The Symphony of Cannibalism!
The canvases of cannibalism, made with bodily fluids
Are like a gastronomical cubism
The culinary arts of cannibalism
Are calling you!
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
The Happy is You
A poem by Wolf Larsen
All the shoes in your apartment jump up and start dancing to the music
The clarinet is splashing happy everywhere
The violins are flying this way and that
The ukulele is laughing and laughing
And a poem smiles upon the reader
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aH1URnyU7h0&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.
Fernand Leger Painting Words on a Page
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The semen of the saints washes us with beautiful sins
And erotic murals of human flesh on building walls
Is the music of paint & nudity & art
Splashing all over the world
And the fertile earth receives the art of flesh & nudity with open legs
And now giant sculptures of nipples & booties & breasts are growing everywhere
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.
The Italian Renaissance on the South Side of Chicago
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I am the spawn of generations of evil on both sides of the Atlantic and beyond
I am a French Jewish Irish Catholic Viking - yes!
And I am still part pagan & Neanderthal!
As part Neanderthal & part Homo sapiens I am two! I am not one!
And I will castrate all the men on the planet on the night I proclaim Myself the New God
My Sperm shall be the only word
And your chopped up tongues & testicles with a baked potato is...
Well, as delicious as a Picasso!
You know why your dog is missing, don’t you?
He was as delicious as the Italian Renaissance
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.
Skyscrapers of Marijuana Growing Out of Bottles of Beer
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I be the most invisible mother****er you’ve ever seen!
I eat art & literature out of all your booty holes!
Picasso & I be having sex together in the Louvre & Musee d’Orsay & the public toilet
And now the human race dances to Jackson Pollock as I ejaculate my poetry all over everybody’s naked bodies
And we conquered them sheep****ers in 1066 and we thrust our sword straight into the testicles of England
And we enjoyed it
But we enjoyed even more ejaculating French into the wonderful universe of English wives & daughters
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.
Our Penises Are Crashing into Earth from Outer Space & Now Volcanoes Are Erupting All Over the World!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
So I’m walking inside your brains
And you’re walking inside my brains
We’re both sailing down a river of beer together
It's a river of beer flowing through a forest of marijuana
The music is an electrical guitar penis
****ing the world up the ***
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7hsyfwM_Nvg&t=3s&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.
Wolf Larsen Blowing Frosty the Snowman
A poem by Wolf Larsen
So I’m ejaculating a winter storm all over the North American continent
And everybody’s ejaculating poetry all over the pages
And God is ejaculating life all over the earth
And God’s tits suddenly begin spewing rivers & waterfalls everywhere
And God’s gay buttocks are dancing from Eastern to Western Hemisphere and back again
And the winter storm is carrying away all the people & buildings & cars
Into the big black song of outer space
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.
Dinner with a Wolf
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The irresistible cannibalism of your smile
All the eternal orgies of your happy hands
And your eyes of jazz music
With your one blue eye rolling around-&-around the Western Hemisphere
And your brown eye looking out over the Eastern Hemisphere
As we sit together in this candlelight dinner
Of human limbs on our plates
Your voice is the most soothing music of green valleys & snowy mountains
And our sexual genitalia are as excited as a jazz solo
Tonight, we’ll fornicate a beautiful canvas together
On a bed of human screams
I’ll open my legs
And you can penetrate me with your World War III
And ejaculate all your monsters into me
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.
A Wolf Dancing Naked in All the Gardens of the World
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I am a French Viking
From the South Side of Chicago & Alaska & 50 other places
I filleted fish and I could filet you
But I would prefer to be dancing naked in the Garden of Eden
I’m a Jewish French Viking
All my words spurt out of my kosher meat like the greatest cognac you’ve ever tasted
I’m an Irish Catholic Jewish French Viking
My fists could punch the meaning of life into you
But I would prefer to dance naked on the street corner
And the bizarre maze of self-imposed Byzantian bureaucracy regarding me drinking a beer?
Did the Spanish-French Jew bring that love affair of alcohol over to the New World?
The Viking in me is a sword through your gut (if I have to)
And then I’ll do things to you after your death that you’ll be glad you are dead
But I would prefer not to chop your head off, slice open your belly, and pull out all your body organs
Because I’m a nice guy!
So why not leave me alone?
When I’m dancing naked in the park or on the subway train or on the street corner
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.
The Song of the Carnivore
A poem by Wolf Larsen
This poem is mooing and oinking-&-oinking-&-oinking with the musical sounds of animals
This poem is covered with blood as the knife slashes the animals into a beautiful collage of slaughter
Of animal carcasses hanging from the roof of the poem
And this phrase of poetry is a moving-moving processing line of animal carcasses
And this phrase of poetry is the highway
Where the 18 wheeler freezer trucks carry all the delicious verbs & adjectives & nouns
To the supermarket and our kitchens where the meat calls to our mouths like a prayer of yummy-yummy-yummy
And the animals mooing & oinking & oinking & oinking in the frying pans
Is a delicious symphony to our ears
With the spices of poetry thrown in
And onto our plates with the happiness of aromas reaching our noses
And our mouths salivating with a glorious carnivorous desire
The first taste is like heaven
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen