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Mozart Composing Music in a Whorehouse
A poem by Wolf Larsen

A river of German beer flows over the sky in Brazil
While Dutch Harbor Alaska hits heaven over & over again with its fists
Then Venice Italy dances through Chicago
While New York City ejaculates subway trains all over France
Then all of Russia belches
And all the Chinese people suddenly wake up on the moon
And everybody in India is running back-and-forth inside a symphony
And the musicians play the people running-and-forth who are the notes in the symphony
And then we paint the symphony all over the canvas
While the river of German beer drowns everybody in Chicago
And Dutch Harbor Alaska crashes into the planet of Mars
Then New York City is stolen by a bunch of space aliens
So New York City is on another planet now
But what does that have to do with scratching my balls?

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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

Sir George Solte Conducting a Line of Cocaine Around-and-Around the Moon...!
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Right now I’m having a menage-a-trois with first ladies Melania Trump & Michelle Obama
And suddenly a giant penis is crashing through the wall!
And as Melania Trump sits on my face, she suddenly has the face of James Brown!
And James Brown’s face is singing,
“I feel good!”
And Michelle Obama as she rides my pen-phallus suddenly has the face of
Captain James T Kirk of the USS enterprise on Star Trek!
And the face of James T Kirk is screaming the Pledge of Allegiance
And now all the Klingons are running into the room with their musical instruments
And the Klingons start killing everybody with contemporary art
And now my naked parents are jumping into bed with us
And my parents are now conceiving me, even though I was already born 50 years ago!
And that’s when the reader walks into the room and starts eating everybody
Yummy!

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

A Naked Wolf Larsen Conducting the New York Philharmonic
In the Symphony of Mass Rebellion in C Major
A poem by Wolf Larsen

All the mayors of New York City both past & present are parading naked through the streets playing the tuba
And the Statue of Liberty rips off her clothes and starts playing the trombone
While everyone on the New York Subway sings a chorus of low wages & a high cost of living together
And the people marching through the streets are chanting: “EAT THE RICH!”
While the rich in their penthouses pull out their little wee-wees and make trickle-down upon the people below
And all of the gargoyles on the sides-of-buildings play the trumpets
While naked angels frolicking in the whorehouses play the harp
And the capitalist politicians in City Hall sing their lies to the people
And the people start chanting: “EAT THE CAPITALIST POLITICIANS!”
And Richard Pryor gets up from his throne in heaven and yells out jokes to humanity below
And all of humanity laughs and laughs
As the workers set up guillotines in Washington DC & Wall Street
And the bourgeoisie & capitalist politicians have a final going-away party of cocaine & caviar & call girls
As the soldiers line the four-star generals & war profiteers against the walls and
The bullets sing the song of liberation
While the workers dance through the streets
With the heads of the bourgeoisie on pikes

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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The Symphony of Jackson Pollock Paintings
A poem by Wolf Larsen

While I write this symphony of swirling penises & giant-flying-anuses
Everyone across the earth is engaged in immaculate conception rituals
In worship of the beautiful fertility goddess in the sky
Then the space aliens come and make immaculate conception with all the sheep in Montana
And the Statue of Liberty spontaneously changes into a huge Woody Allen holding
An even huger phallus presiding over the Hudson Bay
And Woody Allen’s huge phallus is ejaculating funny film dialogue all over Manhattan
While the clouds passing overhead are laughing and laughing
And all the corpses in the graveyard are laughing and laughing
And everyone dying in the hospitals is laughing and laughing
As the ending of the poem laughs and laughs
And the reader is suddenly swallowed by a little goldfish
That jumps out of a bowl that’s inside of Wolf Larsen’s head

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Concerto for a Wet Dream
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I’m dancing my brains around the symphony
My thoughts & my spermatozoa are dancing together
My ballsack & my brains are becoming a gigantic one together!
My bellybutton is swallowing the universe
My feet are walking upon thousands of planets
The violins are playing my thoughts racing-back-and-forth
The horns are playing spermatozoa frothing & jumping & running everywhere
And the saxophone plays the mighty female orgasm
While the flute plays the world floating away...

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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

It’s the First of the Month! Why Not Eat Your Landlord?
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Cannibalism!
As the world sits down to dinner to eat their landlords,
The violins & cellos & double bases all weave
The continents together into an international celebration of cannibalism!
The oboes & clarinets & flutes play the International Symphony of Cannibalism!
As 7 billion mouths open to swallow their landlords!
And the symphony chorus sings: “eeeaaaaatt yooouuurrr laaandloooorrrrd!!!”
And the conductor conducts everyone on seven continents in the Grand Feast
As the piano lurches & seethes with teeth across the world gnashing on the flesh of landlords
While the harp plays the satisfying joy of the landlords in our stomachs
And the clarinet laughs with the landlords in our stomachs
And the French horn plays the journey of the landlords from our stomachs to our colons
And the tuba plays the landlords plopping from our anuses into the toilets
And the trumpets & trombones play the toilets flushing
And the harp plays the journey of the landlords out to sea...

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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The Symphony of 10,000 Ejaculations
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Last night I ejaculated the heavens into my favorite sheep
And then my favorite sexy sheep conducted the Immaculate Conception Orchestra
In the playing of Attila the Hun’s musical masterpiece:
“10,000 Sex Robots on a Blue and Green Canvas”
And the audience rioted on all of the planets
While the violin players all had “sexual misconduct” with each other
Under the screaming moon in the sky
While the oboe & flutes & clarinet played the most beautiful-colorful-cannibalism
And there were millions of sailboats sailing above the sky of the Symphony Orchestra building
And nobody could find their genitalia
Because everybody’s genitalia was growing out of the poems
Written by space aliens
Who live in the jars of peanut butter & jelly
In your kitchen cabinet
And your kitchen cabinet suddenly jumps up
And runs out of the poem...

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Painting Red White & Blue Ejaculations All Over a Canvas
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Thousands of words jump out of the page and grab you
Then thousands of more words splash out of the page in a giant female orgasm
Then a huge vagina forms in the middle of the page and you jump in
And you’re swimming through the huge vagina and suddenly you find yourself in
The head of Ludwig Beethoven
And a huge octopus inside the head of Ludwig Beethoven
Is trying to grab you and have sex with you
But you escape by swimming through Ludwig Beethoven’s ears
And now you’re swimming through the black universe
Lost...
You’re totally lost...
What happened to the planet Earth?

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Jesus Christ & The Cocaine Import Agency Live in Wolf Larsen's Studio Apartment
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Amadeus Mozart jumps out of my wife’s pussy
And then all of European aristocracy jumps out of my wife’s pussy as well
Andy Warhol then jumps out of my penis and begins playing the tuba
And Amadeus Mozart & all of European aristocracy is dancing upside down from the ceiling of my studio apartment
And then I pull out my pen and ejaculate postmodern architecture all over the European aristocracy dancing upside down from my ceiling
And then all 45 US presidents dressed up as transvestites fall out of the sky and land in my studio apartment as well
Meanwhile, Jesus Christ has been racing through the ghettos on the South Side of Chicago on his motorcycle
And Jesus Christ and the Central Intelligence Agency arrive at my studio apartment
And the CIA leaves a big mountain of cocaine
And the Pope comes and blesses the big mountain of cocaine
And the party in my studio apartment rages on for decades...

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

I Paint a Seething World on the Brink...
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I slash the world in half with my sword
And blood spills all across the continents
The terrorists are those in the White House & in the police uniform
And I the poet am urinating my words upon these terrorists from the gigantic pen between my legs
The coming civil war crashes through my poetry
The population seethes like a giant volcano
But then thousands of butterflies fly out of my poetry
But the next line of poetry is filled with empty refrigerators throughout the nation
Yet the poet is the grand composer of words
He’s the grand ejaculator of words
But angry voices can be heard rising up through the nation & the world
While the news is filled with the buttocks-in-suits of both political parties opening the holes in the middle of their faces to tell us their daily diarrhea
And this line of poetry is thousands of American bombs raining down upon innocent civilians
And this line of poetry is the body parts of civilians strewn everywhere across the landscape
This endless war with its mountains of armaments & corpses & money spent filling the pockets of shameless war profiteers
And the worthless poet who pulls words out of his *** every morning and throws them on the page
Something’s going to happen…
You can feel it…
Maybe 300 million Americans will march on Washington DC & Wall Street with forks & knives in their hands ready to devour
And maybe the bipartisan terrorists in the United States government will shoot us down with cold bullets when we demand jobs & food & affordable housing
We need some real change
We need a revolution
Workers need to be a great tidal wave sweeping across the world
White black or brown
Christian Jewish or Muslim
Man or woman
Gay or straight
We must be one
Together we must be a great tidal wave of revolution

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Crack-Cocaine Concerto with Harp, Flute, & AK-47
By the Gang-Banging Symphony Orchestra
A poem by Wolf Larsen

So I’m snorting cocaine off of the Queen of England’s tits
And then the disco band the Village People jump out of the Queen of England’s vagina
And the Village People play abstract expressionism with a funky-disco-beat
Jackson Pollock is dancing naked on the moon
And naked space aliens are dancing on planets throughout the universe
And the dancing-naked-space-aliens are yelling their poetry at God
But God is too busy sitting on the toilet to notice
And then nuclear missiles shoot out of the anuses of all of the four-star American generals
And the planet Earth becomes a canvas of beautiful mushroom clouds
And the rats & cockroaches have a big human extinction party

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Hey, where’s my Nobel Prize for literature? I could use the money!

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A Pornographic Symphony
Where all the instruments urinate poetry all over the Book Burning Inquisition
of PC Liberals & Born-Agains
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Igor Stravinsky is conducting coronavirus & World War 3 & stock market crashes in springtime
And all the “intellectuals” both liberal & conservative begin rioting in anger as Stravinsky’s obscene symphony paints nudity everywhere
And the PC liberals & conservatives hold the Booble in their hands and scream that Dog-in-the-sky told us to have sex with our daughters - it’s in the Old Testicle of the Holy Boobil they scream
As nude women continue jumping out of Stravinsky’s symphony of springtime
And Stravinsky’s symphony of springtime is smashing Shakespeare & Mozart & Michelangelo into pieces
And Wolf Larsen arrives with his bazooka-pen-penis and ejaculates 40 days & 40 nights of white-gooey-poetry all over the PC liberal & born-again “intellectuals”
And then Wolf Larsen & Igor Stravinsky run off in wedding dresses together to get married
And Wolf Larsen & Igor Stravinsky are walking down Broadway together in Unalaska Alaska in their wedding dresses
And in the old 19th century church in Unalaska Alaska
A naked Charles Manson wearing only a priest’s collar marries Wolf Larsen & Igor Stravinsky
But then Wolf Larsen notices the swastika on Charles Manson’s face
So then Wolf Larsen kicks Charles Manson’s ***
And then wearing wedding dresses & hardhats
Wolf Larsen & Igor Stravinsky work all night long on the docks together in the rain
And nine months later
This poem is born

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Three Dancers Creating a Jackson Pollock Together
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The first modern dancer dances corned beef on rye
While the second dancer dances the Atlantic & Pacific oceans touching the naked body of the North American continent
The third dancer creates cubism with his body
The first dancer then creates a moving sculpture of desire
While the second dancer dances on all the planets of the universe in one beautiful moment
And the third dancer shoots energy into the poem with a gigantic leap over Mount Everest
And then the first dancer ****s God up the *** with the Eiffel Tower
While the second dancer moves through Impressionism & fauvism & cubism & futurism before she starts dancing with postmodernism
And postmodernism & the second dancer create a psychedelic canvas together that moves across the stage
And then the first & third dancers dance the end of the poem together

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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

Michelangelo’s David Giving Wolf Larsen a Blowjob in a Chicago Alleyway
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I was eating human baby fetuses over candlelight in a romantic dinner with my favorite blowup doll Michelle Obama
And then I ripped my clothes off, stood up on my chair naked, and proclaimed myself to be the 46th President of the United States of America
That’s when my dog Juan Guaido came running up
And my dog licked Mozart’s 40th Symphony off my balls (tennis)
Then my doorbell rang
I opened the door
It was Queen Elizabeth & Charles Manson
I noticed the swastika in Charles Manson’s face
So I shot him
Then I threw the corpse of Charles Manson in my trunk
And started driving off to the Cook County Forest Preserve to dispose of the body
With Queen Elizabeth sitting in the front seat giving me a blow job
Then I hit John ****ing Kennedy while he was crossing the street
John F. Kennedy was wearing a wedding dress & lipstick at the time
The police came and started eating out John F. Kennedy’s ***
As they eat John’s Chocolate I pee on the police (it gets me off - oh! Oh!)
Then Queen Elizabeth pulls up her shirt and flashes her tits to the passerby as we drive away
Afterwards I went into a love motel with Queen Elizabeth
And we made bEautiFuL-sEnSuaL-HenrY-mOoRe-sCulPtureS all night long
That’s when the disciples showed up with their AK-47s
And as me & the disciples had a final supper of fried chicken & biscuits
Colonel Sanders was dYing-oN-the-cRoSs on the wall above us
Then Queen Elizabeth & Josephine Baker wearing only bananas
Danced and entertained Wolf Larsen & the disciples
Before the Chicago Police Department came and
Shot the poem to death

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Saturday Night Festivities at the Gothic Temple of Cannibalism
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Last night I was sitting on my throne of human skulls
Drinking human blood
With my space alien friends on Jupiter
And the space aliens presented me with a giant Henry Moore sculpture filled with thousands of vaginas leaking female orgasms everywhere
And millions of naked Richard Pryor clones were jumping out of all of the vaginas
And screaming their jokes at the space aliens who were all laughing & laughing
And first ladies Michelle Obama & Melania Trump came out on stage dressed in sexy tight latex
And they had their husbands Barack & Donald on leashes
And Barack & Donald walked around on all fours with dildos in their mouths
And then the American military-industrial complex fell out of the sky
And the space aliens had sex with the military-industrial complex
While the death metal band Marie Antoinette & the Guillotine Operators
Played cubism & fauvism butt-****ing each other on a canvas the size of the universe
And then all of the members of the United States Congress came out on stage dressed in French lingerie & high heels and did a sexy burlesque dance
While the corporate lobbyists threw their money around
And then Wolf Larsen pulled out his mighty pen from between his legs
And ejaculated his poetry all over the space aliens
And then we all woke up Sunday morning
And went to Catholic mass to celebrate immaculate conception with the pedophile priest

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen