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Fishing in a Vagina for Fresh Salmon
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Baroque-rococo insanities begin jumping out of everyone’s mouths
And now you’re walking through a flood of Baroque-rococo insanities splashing down both sides of the street
While your erection crashes into the moon
And all the Canadian geese begin singing opera to the flying squirrels
As the sun hits you upside the head with the morning
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Sid Vicious Sitting on God’s Throne
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Salvador Dali is singing punk-rock
While the entire Roman army is dancing naked around him
And all the airplanes are falling & crashing everywhere
As the music ****s all the listeners up the ***
And now all the armies of the world rip off their clothes
And the big Anal Sex Immaculate Conception Ceremonies begin
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Bubble Gum Bootie
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I’m eating poetry
While 10,000 penises are squirming & squiggling all around me
And the sun is shining a big yellow female orgasm across the solar system
While I **** a bunch of skyscrapers out of my butt and create the famous Chicago skyline
And Attila the Hun’s Army of Dancing Transvestites
Are creating a bizarre-moving-painting-of-human-bodies
All around me as
I swallow the entire Milky Way Galaxy
And now I’m hugging the universe
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Wolf Larsen Wins the Noble Prize of Butt-****ing
A poem by Wolf Larsen
10 million mes are jumping out of me
And all the 10 million mes are devouring the sunlight
While the rivers of joy are splashing & flowing wherever you look
And erotic planets of endless nipples
Begin floating out of this poem
And up into your eyes
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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My Magical Music
a poem by Wolf Larsen
The Poet’s tongue reaches to the Great Vagina in the center of the Universe
And while 10,000 suns shine through the delicious bellybutton of the Goddess of the Universe
The Poet’s tongue plays classical guitar with the Great Vagina
And then billions of solar systems splash out of the Great Vagina
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
P.S. As the Poet’s Magical Tongue helped create all the solar systems of the universe, please award Me the Nobel Prize for Cunnilingus.
Thank you
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Flute Concerto for Marie Antoinette’s Bosom
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The flute is flying passed 1,000 blue skies
While the harpsichord is skipping through hundreds of whorehouses
Before it reaches the stoplight
And now the oboe is playing all the orgies of Versailles
And then the saxophone bashes through everything and laughs
As the guillotine blade comes down
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Henry Moore & Larry Flynt Kissing Each Other
A poem by Wolf Larsen
A Henry Moore sculpture is ****ing a playboy centerfold
And human flesh & poetry are dancing & dancing together
While 10,000 erections are sticking out of this poem
And the Poet is painting pink & black skin with words
And all the dirty vulgar words are screaming & screaming out of this poem
While Mary of Nazareth smiles and takes her clothes off
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen's poetry is on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xxd8...nel=WolfLarsen
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Crickets Singing Songs for Dancing Store Manikins
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I sleep using the blue sky as my pillow
The earth & the moon are my testicles
And the black hole in the center of the universe is my booty hole
You ate my Maxwell Street Polish Sausage a year ago
With kisses as French fries
I love you with all the madmen inside the earth & moon
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Love is White & Creamy!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I will ejaculate the Atlantic & Pacific Oceans all over the faces of bliss!
Ejaculate!
The vultures in my mouth will devour all the planets of the solar system!
Long live syphilis!
I am every song of 10 million songs in every Balzac!
Sing!
Sing all the songs of our Balzacs!
Penis!
Now!
Oh happiness to the blue elephants of our wet dreams!
Fly!
Fly blue elephants fly!
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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I Am The Grand ****ter!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
For Myself!
I **** my great poetry into the toilet bowl and all the birds happily sing around me!
I piss my grand poetry upon a tree and all the flowers grow out of the ground in a splash of colors around me!
I masturbate and all the symphony orchestras of the world join the rhythms of my right hand & great phallus in creating wonderful music!
I am The Wolf of Larsen!
I am a great Caligula of poetry!
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Wolf Larsen the Transvestite Vampire of Transvestitevania
A poem by Wolf Larsen
7 green leprechauns are carrying me on my golden toilet through the crowded streets
And at the sight of the Grand Poet the people are all falling to their knees
And all the people are singing out the Great Seven Words:
“****! Piss! ****! ****! Cocksucker! Mother****er! & Tits!”
And now the Nobel Prize Committee of Crackheads
Are crowning me with a giant-neon-blinking-dildo on top of my head
And throwing a million bucks at my feet!
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Ding-dong-dippity-do-da-dee
A poem by Wolf Larsen
You’re riding on top of a Tyrannosaurus Rex
Down a highway made out of bright colors & musical notes & beautiful words
Along the way sensual sculptures are making love to each other
And handsome eunuchs are flying around your head
And all the handsome eunuchs are singing pop art paintings to you
And you reach the end of the highway and see Wolf Larsen & the Roman Emperor dancing naked together
Beneath a sky dripping with God’s cum
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Coltrane & Davis up-and-down on a Seesaw
A poem by Wolf Larsen
He plays abstract expressionism out of his sax
The other is playing rivers of heroin out of his trumpet
They both are painting canvas after canvas of jazz
As I sit here more drunk than all the everything flying around me
After the nuclear war, will the world still be here tomorrow?
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen acts out his poetry on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O9P4xCfxewg&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
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Ding! Ding! Ding!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Halloween jumps out of the vagina of Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving explodes into endless spermatozoa
Meanwhile, the United States of America is being invaded by billions of space alien penises
Then the Devil’s Penis crashes out of the ground in Paris, France
It stands even taller than the Eiffel Tower!
Then scientists discover that the 9 planets of the solar system
Are gigantic herpes sores inside of a space alien’s vagina known as the solar system
Stay tuned to this channel for more herpes!
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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A Space Alien Playing the Clarinet
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The clarinet flies around millions of vaginas growing everywhere
Then the clarinet dashes & skips & jumps across one solar system after another
And now the clarinet is running thousands of years ahead
And then the clarinet runs two thousand years back
And the clarinet laughs around Jesus dying on the cross
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
We Aim Our Shotguns at the Setting Sun
A poem by Wolf Larsen
We’re all riding giant ladybugs through huge gothic nightmares
We’re all eating huge eyeballs that are floating out of the radios
Suddenly rainbows are crashing everywhere
And our genitals start screaming at us night & day
Our faces turn into masks
And we don’t even recognize ourselves in the mirror
That’s when we all turn into fish and swim away to other planets
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Horn Concerto on LSD
A poem by Wolf Larsen
A giant strawberry on legs walks up to you
And sings you a space alien opera
Suddenly you become a giant testicle on two legs
And you begin singing the Opera of Pornographic Movies to the space aliens
Then the space aliens paint the universe into existence
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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My Tyrannosaurus Rex Ate the Title of this Poem
A poem by Wolf Larsen
A bunch of erotic sculptures are screaming poetry at me
So I grab the Eiffel Tower and I **** the North American continent with it
I grab the Empire State Building and I **** the European continent with that
And then I ejaculate poetry for 40 days & 40 nights
And I create the Atlantic Ocean with my poetry cum
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Endless Canadian Geese Flying Out of a Trombone
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I pull out the Giant Pen between my legs
And endless flocks of Canadian geese fly out of my Giant Pen
And the Canadian geese fly through the swirling mass of rotating solar systems surrounding us
And the Canadian geese fly into the vaginas & mouths & anuses of all the space aliens
And now the bellies of all the space aliens begin swelling with the South Side of Chicago
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
A Trombone Concerto in an Insane Asylum
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The trombone starts creating monsters screaming everywhere
The flute plays a most delicious cannibalism
While the trombone plays circles of happy schizophrenia around & around the music
The trumpet plays the sun growing larger & larger
And the timpani drums play all the planets exploding
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
What is Real?
A poem by Wolf Larsen
A face that does not exist
Is talking to you
From millions of places that didn’t exist a moment ago
And suddenly thousands of people that don’t exist
Are screaming at you from a past that doesn’t exist either
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Deep Fake Poem - Now with Peanut Butter Crack-Cocaine Flavor!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
An 18 wheeler truck that doesn’t exist
Is crashing into a poem that does exist
And then phrases of poetry that don’t exist
Are fighting phrases of poetry that do exist
And 10,000 different faces of the American President are saying 10,000 different things
And some of the American President faces exist but others don’t
So, are the nuclear missiles cumming or not?
And World War 3 both is and is not happening at the same time
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gzCVZ_mBO5A&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
Dog Eats Planet
A poem by Wolf Larsen
These giant insane trees growing out of everybody’s crotches can’t possibly exist!
But the colorful birds on the branches singing beautiful erotic orgies do exist!
But this planet I’m walking on can’t possibly exist!
What about the giant mushroom cloud over there?
Does that exist?
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Nothing Exists! Everything Exists!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
You’re walking on a planet that can’t possibly exist
And are all these flying eyeballs spying on you?
And does that guy over there exist?
He keeps yelling George Orwellian poetry at all the penises running around!
Wait a minute! That is George Orwell!
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Art…
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Art jumps out of the barrel of a gun
And the gun shoots asteroids & comets through the desert of Salvador Dali’s mind
And then Wolf Larsen aims the gun at General Franco
And turns the brains of General Franco into a beautiful abstract canvas splattering everywhere
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Only Cannibalism Can Save Us from Sanity!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Listen to the opera singers sing of endless pussy juices splashing from sea to shining sea!
The opera singers sing an endless maze of poetry
They sing endless phrases of poetry flying around each other
Their voices **** the air with endless sensuality
The blood of war flows off the stage and through the audience
While the male & female voices copulate together
And then we all clap and go home and wait for World War 3
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Woo-hoo!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
All the yesterdays & tomorrows are crashing out of this poem
And all of the thousands of lizards in your brains are eating this poem
And your penis blasts off to 10,000 different planets
Hey!
I’m hi!
How ‘bout you?
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Dizzy Millions of Charlie Parkers Flying Around Us
A poem by Wolf Larsen
So we’re all walking through a giant forest of marijuana together
And flying happy ladybugs are spurting Picasso’s spermatozoa all over us
And then a river of Dostoyevsky flows through all our brains
And the trumpet is playing inside our testicles
And the 10 million madmen in all our testicles
Are in love with your blue sky
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jFdk8Rv8KeM&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
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In My Studio Apartment…
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Poetry is growing out of my walls
Fertilized by the spermatozoa of music
While the ceiling opens up
Into an endless orgasm of Baroque-rococo art
Spurting all the way to the heavens
And now everyone in heaven
Is pregnant from Wolf Larsen
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
The Wicked Witch of Larsenville
A poem by Wolf Larsen
With evil books of sorcery piled all the way to the ceiling
And endless dark words stewing in a giant pot on the fire
And dead soldiers with evil spirits standing guard at the entrance
Of the medieval torture chambers filled with the music of human screams
Heard night & day
The Poet’s Mother sits on a throne of castrated testicles
Where she smiles like a jack-o’-lantern
And serves her giant pet lizard human body parts
In exquisite soups of human blood
Served in a grand ballroom of dancing decomposing corpses hanging from the ceiling
In that haunted apartment
Somewhere in Satan’s oozing brains
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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November Sunlight in My Balls!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
My poetry infects you with dancing sunlight
And then you start dancing with poetry visions flying around you
And the poetry in your brains & your balls dance together
Then the Poet paints you in a delirium of words
As you jump off the planet Earth
And into outer space
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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A Gondola Floating Through a Love Canal in Venice
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The flute & piccolo are on a gondola traveling through a lovely maiden’s vagina
Inside the lovely maiden’s vagina
The violins are summoning up huge herpes mountains and luscious valleys of chlamydia
And inside this lovely maiden’s vagina
Sir George Solti is conducting the marvelous Symphony of Syphilis
As all the dancing spermatozoa
Inside the lovely maiden’s vagina
Sing an exquisite chorus of cunnilingus together
As the American President’s tongue unleashes the timpani drums of the female orgasm
Flooding out of the lovely maiden’s vagina
And all over the President’s face
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Somewhere Else that’s Here
A poem by Wolf Larsen
In a studio apartment inside your head
Are 10,000 clones of somebody else
All creating a new world with a poem
That is being planted all over the planet
By computers
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Restaurant Review on Segregation City News
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Strawberry Cum-in Your-Face is the exquisite specialty
Of Chef Insane & Alcoholic at the Bordello Bourgeois Restaurant
In the trendy up-&-up rent neighborhood
Of Liberal Blue State Pick-Your-Noseville
On the White Side of Segregation City
We give the restaurant five stars so
Cum on down
(and thanks for the white envelope with all the Benjamin Franklin Portraits)
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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An Opera-Painting of Your Wife
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The bass between my legs sings your wife a sensuous song of love
While your wife’s nipples in her see-through négligée sing an aria of want & need together
And Pavarotti sings Wolf Larsen walking up the red carpet to your wife waiting in bed
And Paul Gauguin paints Wolf Larsen making your wife happy in sensuous dripping colors
While Salvador Dali paints your right hand & writing instrument writing a poem together in a desert in Spain
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Her Voice is Strawberry with Nipples
A poem by Wolf Larsen
You’re running through a field of sculptures & poems & musical notes growing everywhere
The plants & flowers & trees are all singing with a sexual spring exploding everywhere
Then you walk into an opera house where gods & demons
Are all singing with centuries of delicious sex
Then your right hand & your penis create the beginning and the ending of the world together
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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The Wolf & Little Miss Red Robin Hood
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The millions & zillions of opera singers in my balls
Want to sing you a most beautiful flood of music!
In this forest of phrases of poetry surrounding us
Our naked bodies will sing a most beautiful duet together
And the masterpiece of art swelling in your tummy afterwards
Will fill your life full of love
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AZqLVW2xAXM&t=19s&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
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South Side Poet
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I punch the Chicago skyline with my fist
And the Chicago skyline crashes down
And then I pull out my Dick Cheney
And I pee all over everybody in the universe as the space aliens beg for more
Suddenly, fish begin jumping & frolicking in all the seas of Wolf Larsen’s pee on planets everywhere
Then I take a **** on stage at the Metropolitan Opera House
And the audience gives me a standing ovation and yells out “Encore!”
And that’s when I spit my poetry into the faces of the audience
And I walk offstage into the big wet vagina at the end of the poem
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Naked Words with My Tongue Sauce
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Because the tidal wave of cum splashing to the new world is wonderful!
So many different languages inside of our Balzacs!
Imagine a pornographic movie directed by the sculptor Henry Moore!
Imagine erection-skyscrapers writing poetry all over the passing wet sky!
I’ve got the seeds of poetry growing in the two oceans down below!
Soon our naked bodies will be creating poetry together in the big orgy poetry reading!
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Coughing and Coughing…
A poem by Wolf Larsen
It was too many insanities pretending to be sanites
It was too much tomorrow in our yesterday, and vice versa
Yes, I’m ****ing Shakespeare up the *** again!
But all the sailboats in our Balzacs want to go sailing up the big postmodern sea
To a huge sun calling up to all the swimming Poets
Am I a homeless Roman Emperor or what?
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen