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Blap Blups to Sing & Sex With!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I was flipping the zips for your foops!
When suddenly, fall went flying around the northern hemisphere
And spring went frolicking and laughing through the southern hemisphere
And suddenly a blizzard of herpes gave all the buildings giant herpes sores
And a bunch of Cyclops with wings started flying out of all the herpes sores
And all the Cyclops were singing:
“Fuppy-foo! Floopy-flips! Yippsee yup!”
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Pow!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I eat the blue sky
It tastes like steel mills
I eat the face of a passerby
His face tastes like classical music
I eat the wind
It tastes like words
Then I point my gun at the reader
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uY-x...nel=WolfLarsen
I Smear the Universe All Over My Face
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The poem goes up a thousand miles
And now the poem is falling and crashing down…
Into a million minds
And this phrase of poetry is punching you in the face
And then the sky runs off with a painting
And is never heard from again
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Artsy-Fartsy Pussy Eatin’ Man!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
It’s a blues-music-ejaculation!
It’s a lot of tomorrows in your jism!
It’s the two parties of McDonald’s & Burger King running Washington-****ing-DC…
Because I haven’t cum my politics all over you yet!
I’ve got too much redneck in my progressive politics!
I’ve got too much New York City in my Alaska!
I’ve got too much Italian Renaissance in my Balzac!
Want sum?
In your pussy, booty, or mouth?
I take MasterCard, the planet Jupiter, or lots of rainbows
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, are very religious, politically-correct, or something like that.
I Am the Crazy Up-and-Down!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I pick up my pen and I create a new universe!
I create centuries of insomnia!
I create an army of beautiful naked insomniacs!
Who ejaculate photon torpedoes at the Mayflower and drown the pilgrims!
I am a universe bursting with thought!
I am all the armies of the universe banging on your door!
I am a tornado-of-pornography destroying the literary world!
I am a pornographic everything!
I am the Poet!
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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The Hordes of Wolf Larsen!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I shoot the poem full of bullet holes!
I sing with bullets & musical notes & spermatozoa!
My pen is my machine gun shooting words everywhere!
I ejaculate poetry into all your heads!
And thus I conquer your minds!
My phrases of poetry punch Washington DC & Wall Street over & over again!
My fists make all civilizations crumble!
My spermatozoa & poetry are world-renowned for their good taste!
Surrender!
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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I Write Poetry With God’s Spermatozoa!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I’m not an up-and-down bipolar highway into God’s glorious booty hole!
I’m not the sky crashing up-and-down all over you!
I’m not birds flying into television commercials dripping with my spermatozoa!
Instead, I’m millions of eyeballs in all the words!
I AM a big testicle planet of wondrous thought!
But I’m NOT the Second Cumming of Charles Manson!
I AM a Jewish Charles Manson!
I want worldwide interracial orgies now!
The Jewish Charles Manson stabs & stabs the other Charles Manson with this shank!
And with this blood-dripping shank I write my poetry!
So kiss my hairy balls & my hairy *** too!
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n5Bz-ka6QkM&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
Happy Up! Happy Down!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
A fwip went happy with so much sweetness!
And everybody’s boogers were happy too!
And the shipping piers jumped out of the waterfront and into outer space!
And the giant-intergalactic-dildos docked at the outer space piers
But then, huge-somersaulting-sky happened!
And everybody’s Penises went happy-happy-happy!
Until happy toaster ovens sang opera all night long!
And insomnia-insomnia-insomnia became the ketchup on your hot dog!
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, are very religious, politically-correct, or something like that.
Pooh-Pooh to the Doodly-Do!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I am the new universe!
I turn the words into eyeballs!
My Dick stretches across the ocean and ****s the English Empire!
My Dick stretches across time and ****s the Roman Empire!
And I **** the diarrhea of my words all over the American Empire!
My words turn into spaceships flying across the universe!
My testicles are two great suns!
One of my armpits smells like Demopublican-capitalist blah-blah-blah
And my other armpit smells like Republicrat-capitalist-bluppity-blop-plong
Whoopee to the space frogs!
You got any Celestial-Outer-Space-Pussy-Juices to drink?
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Delicious Guillotine Music to Dance to!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
It’s a punk-rock-Alfred-Schnitkke orgasm of music!
It’s tomorrow in your stomach!
It’s Brahms marching out of the coal mines and into outer space!
It’s up and up and up some more!
And now SPLAT!
Because elephant orgasms!
Now!
And Jackson Pollock raining his god jism in happy colors from the sky?
What?
Are you playing baseball in outer space again?
Shall we dance to artificial intelligence conquering us?
Or should we have another 1789?
How about a 1917?
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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I Jam a Million Crickets Up My Butt
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I eat a thousand years of happiness
I drink your brains
I throw up the Pledge of Allegiance all over the United States of America
While I piss Andy Warhol’s art all over an alleyway
Then Ronald Reagan jumps out of Hillary Clinton’s butt
And the two of them have a Republicrat-Demopublican 69 of mutual admiration
While I piss Ernest Hemingway’s prose all over them
Then I crash into a different universe
And the words all start singing with artificial intelligence taking over the world from the human race
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Piano Concerto for 1,000 Screaming Clowns
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Inside your butthole
A man is playing piano
He plays bwingy-bops
And he plays hoppity-zops
But then you swallow the moon in the sky by mistake
And now the entire Roman Army is jumping out of your ears
Meanwhile the man playing piano in your butthole
Is playing happy guillotines going up-&-down on planets throughout the universe
And the decapitated heads are bouncing and bouncing around in television commercials
And all the decapitated heads are yelling gleefully: Yippeeeeeeeeee! Yahoooooooooooooo!
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry & plays & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=66Q11u0ymG0&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, are very religious, politically-correct, or something like that.
You Jump Out of a Space Alien’s Pussy Hole And…
A poem by Wolf Larsen
You’re riding your penis through a strawberry universe
You’re kissing all the words flowing out of the Queen’s Pussy
You're touching a thousand centuries of now
You’re having sex with billions of people in this moment
Your brains give birth to one tornado after another
You’re walking through phrases of poetry with millions of worlds inside of them
You're dying...
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
East-and-Up-and-Down-and-West
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The hungry landscape is swallowing all our brains
The skyscrapers are looping-and-looping around the Earth
The Pacific Ocean surrounds the universe
The Atlantic Ocean swallows the heavens
The colors fly out of the paintings and create a new world
The seven continents bash & bash into the music
And all the animals of the world sing a chorus of howls together
And the poem falls and bashes into the rocks below
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Pooping A New Poem!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
You’re swimming towards other universes
Where the dogs have human heads and bark philosophy at you
You’re – jumping into other centuries
Where the people have the faces of dogs and they bark Republicrat & Demopublicrat wisdom at you
You’re flying into other people’s heads
Where thoughts & imagery & memories are a constantly-changing-collage
You're riding your penis into other poems
Where the pussy juices & words taste like tomorrow
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Free The Words!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I grab a sledgehammer
And my swinging sledgehammer smashes to pieces the chains that bind the words!
And the words go frolicking everywhere!
The words laugh with obscenity upon obscenity…
Building into a tidal wave of pornography washing away all the puritans
And everything is now dripping with obscene words
And inanimate objects everywhere become pornographic-Cubist-sculptures moving about in all directions
And the people all happily scream obscene words as they dance naked in the streets
Let’s all grab sledgehammers!
Let’s free the words!
Let’s free poetry!
You with me?
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Two Much Sanity!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
You know why I zoop your bweeps?! Because you be doin’ the ding-Dong with duppy-dos!
Oh yeah, but you keep cloppin’ your clops! So go whoopsee ha-ha-ha yourself, motherclopper!
You know what?! I be hopping everywhere! And all you ever do is zing-zong your zits! So blue sky yourself!
But I always be lightning bolts for you! You want me to make it rain?!
Awww! You’re so tornadoes in strawberry sauce! You want to live in outer space?
Sure? And let’s grow some exploding rainbows together!
Okay! Where’s the German alphabet? We can seed the ground with it!
It’s right here in the third drawer in aisle 53 of the 110th floor in my brains!
I can’t find it!
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=43KwzTVy1AA&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
Your poems are full of imagination, creativity, and originality. I don't think ordinary people can do as well as you do.
Thank You Angel! You remind me of a hitchhiker who I picked up in Taiwan. Maybe it was you. Who knows.
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Onwards Horny Poets!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Let’s snort poetry up our noses!
Let’s **** the horny sheep with all our poetry!
Let’s march across the universe with our erect Pen-Phalluses!
And let’s **** the space aliens until the Goddess of Poetry is cumming words all over us!
Everything is a sinful collage of words waiting to be discovered!
Everything drips with horny words!
Conquer the arts with your Big Swinging Dicks!
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wow, you've been here, Formosa. Then, you must have enjoyed our yummy foods and culture here.Quote:
Originally Posted by WolfLarsen
I liked the province of Taiwan. But I liked mainland China more. The people of Taiwan are very friendly, but Taiwan is rather chaotic, but the people are not to blame. Taiwan has a very beautiful landscape too. I respect the Chinese people immensely, whether they are from mainland China or the province of Taiwan, and I greatly enjoyed talking to the people of Taiwan. Also, I loved a book of modern Chinese poetry I came across, in English of course, I don't know Chinese. The book had lots of modern Chinese poets, it was wonderful!
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Sunday is on Fire!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Tomorrow a bunch of yesterdays will happen!
And tongues will reach out of the words and lick your genitals
Then a bunch of Caribbean Spanish will start boiling & boiling out of everybody’s heads
And a thousand booties will booty booty to the speeches in Washington DC
And now the winds carry sexually-transmitted-symphonies to all the planets of the universe
And now all the space aliens are dancing to the sounds-of-spermatozoa in our ballsacks
So let’s all learn the baby-making-mambos of Babylon!
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Symphony of the Mind
A poem by Wolf Larsen
for Witold Lutoslawski
I blast the poem into the outer reaches of your brain
Where the storms
Of the seas-of-your-thoughts
Move back-&-forth like invading armies of words
All splatter about
And the endless apocalypses in your mind
Explode your thoughts all over the universe
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xvG8zYlyPjo&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, are very religious, politically-correct, or something like that.
1,000 Scientists Ejaculating All Over the Poem
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I take a syringe & needle and inject 1,000 solar systems into your brain
Then I grow your brain in a petri dish until it becomes a universe of Charles Manson voices
With all the Charles Manson voices I create tornadoes made out of chocolate ice cream
I then put all the tornadoes into everyone’s Balzac
Then everyone ejaculates all the tornadoes into an assembly line of vaginas
The assembly line of vaginas stretches from the planet of Pluto to the planet Earth
And now I turn the off switch on the poem
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, are very religious, politically-correct, or something like that.
Happy Symphony for Big Booties Everywhere!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
With poetry dripping out of everybody’s anuses
With a thousand naked Queen-of-England clones dancing on Richard Pryor’s big black Dick
With the Statue of Liberty eating Einstein’s Theory of Relativity out of George Washington’s ***
And General E. Lee eating Kentucky fried finger lickin’ good out of Abraham Lincoln’s bootylicious
That’s when earthquakes begin drifting out of your beer
And the musical notes in your Balzac
Begin creating the Symphony of Booty Happy La-La-La in E minor
Cheers!
Let’s run around naked until we reach the end of time!
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
My Hemorrhoids Itch With the “Culture Wars”
A poem by Wolf Larsen
For James P. Cannon
Donkeys & elephants in suits are talking free-market capitalist pooh-pooh out of their booty holes
While the Queen’s English is flying out of everyone’s vaginas
And everyone’s crotches is itching & itching with awoke liberalism
While all the herpes sores of America are voting Republican
And it’s Mr. Gonorrhea versus Ms. Syphilis in the presidential elections
Here’s some pooh-litical anal-litz to tell you which one pooped where
And now everyone listening to the presidential debates gets diarrhea
And wipes their asses with the Republicrat & Demopublican political positions
Conveniently printed on toilet paper
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Whoopee Blongs on Blip-Blaps!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
All the insane madmen of the universe are running through your arteries
While your heart is pumping hysteria through all the arteries of the universe
And your veins are running across the entire North American continent
And your feet are repeatedly kicking a soccer ball at the moon
And the soccer ball bounces off the moon and back to earth each time
But you sold your eyeballs to an extraterrestrial
And a sex robot stole your mouth
So now you communicate by sticking your finger up everybody’s *******
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Testicle Cities of Happiness!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I turn all the buildings of the world into testicles
And I paint all the giant testicles of the world purple & blue & orange
And all the giant-testicle-cities of the world sing with Bing-Blupey-Blupey!
And Bing-Blupey-Blupey is the reason for up & down!
And up & down is the penis-vagina-song of blueberry happiness!
And blueberry happiness is the atomic reaction of your thoughts exploding everywhere…
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lOw-dtO419U&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
Demopubican Dog Du…
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I am as serene as the White House starting World War 3 in the future!
I’m as happy as ai robots devouring the human race!
How about some white homeless “privilege” under the screaming summer sun?
And then there’s always white homeless “privilege” in the cold winter winds!
And have some rat-meat-hot-dog with your Regular Dixiecrat Organization here in Segregation City Chicago!
It’s the tat-tat-tat of a South Side Symphony!
The criminals got guns, but the working people don’t have them ‘cause of gun control!
So let’s dance to the liberal quack-quack-quack of the ding-ding-ding!
You goin’ whoopee for some “change-you-can-believe-in” on payday?
Richard Jackass Daley be wearin’ the mask of Lori Lightfoot!
That bourgeois liberal foot up your ***!
You can always vote for bourgeois conservative foot up your *** instead!
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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My Tongue Created the Big Bang!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Flying buildings are kissing your pussy
And big mother****ing is mooping & blooping everywhere
And bleeping bleeps and happy ding-dongs are galloping to you
So you catch all the planets in your hands
While your pussy erupts with a thousand volcanoes
And now the world is dripping in the hundreds of languages
Of the female orgasm
As you sigh an operatic aria
To all the smiling stars above
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, are very religious, politically-correct, or something like that.
Jizz & Sunshine
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Oh noooooooooo!
Schoops are schuuuuuuuuping!
God’s jism is everywhere!
What are we gonna fuupy-duupy-dip-do now?
Are we gonna bluppy to the bop?
Or how about we turn about?!
Let’s sail into the big bright world of Satan’s anus!
Ready?!
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Tomorrow the Zaps Be Zappin’!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Hey you fuupy-fuupy! You been plapin’-plupin’ the boobs again?
No, man! I got to **** some extraterrestrials tomorrow!
Then how come you left the luupy-luugy goin’ goober-gonjers?
Because you can’t pull down the sky without a rocketship!
Say what?? Whatza bing-bong be goin’ on wit you, mudderfooker?
No, see, the mermaid swimming around the ocean in my head always be happy!
Oh, is that why that whoops always be whoopin’?
Exactly!
Gotcha, have a nice ding-dong!
You too!
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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The Ha-Ha Symphony
(With Fried Turtle Booty in Poetry Sauce)
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I am as crazy as space alien jizz!
My zoops be as happy as your testicles!
Are all your tomorrows as delicious as God’s nipples?
We want orangutan pussy now!
You got some horny-horny-tomorrows in your brains?
If not, then screwdriver through your head!
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his plays, poetry, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yqZed_MbFwY&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, are very religious, politically-correct, or something like that.
Penis & Right Hand Playing Cha-Cha-Cha
A poem by Wolf Larsen
For Luc Ferrari
It’s a kind of French-kissing-Spanish kind-of-rhythm
With the spices of rainbows & railroads thrown in
The castanets do an east & west with your beating heart
It’s so much blue sky that you have an orgasm!
Your limp penis now sings a 12-tone-Schoenberg-scale
As the piano paints giant nipples on all the sides of buildings
And the trumpet gives a blow job to all of humanity
While all the sex robots dance the night away
Celebrating the extinction of the human race
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Where’s Your Nipples, Man?!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I don’t give a sunny day about your plipper-plupin!
Can’t you hear my penis?!
Why don’t you pick that Cold War out of your ears?!
Can you hear my Balzac tryin’ to tell you somethin’?!
If you don’t get your hemorrhoids together than how you gonna ding-dong-whooppeee?!
You see what I’m sayin’??
And what about those zaps & dippys & zing-zongs you always be hangin’ with?
Huh?
You gotta happy the everything if you wanna achieve the blue sky!
So get some bellybuttons!
You hear?
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Sensual Everything Dripping…
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Huge beeps & big blops were air conditioning your mind
And your thousands of minds were skipping & hopping through the universe
Then your pussy sings to us in hundreds of opera voices
And pink weather rains a bunch of bright colors upon us
And naked buildings undress themselves
With sexy architecture swimming around us in erotic lines
And then hell jumps up around us
And the Devil’s mistress sings the Opera of Pornography
As the entire human race disrobes
And creates paintings & sculptures & symphonies of pornography together
Under the smiling gaze of the Moon God & the Sun Goddess
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=30r51o6t-3w&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, are very religious, politically-correct, or something like that.
Up the Booty!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I’m feeding all my tomorrows to the blue sky
I’m devouring all the trains going cho-cho-cho
I’m doing things to the words that a penis does to a pussy
**** the words -!- **** the words -!- **** the words
Because the heavens are filled with all my sexually-transmitted diseases
I write my poems with sexually-transmitted diseases
I grab a hatchet and I decapitate the poem
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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My Penis is a Sledgehammer!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The music bashes & bashes into everything
And everything tumbles into words frolicking & dancing around you
And the words are all fornicating-with-each-other on the page
And tidal waves of orgies & more orgies rage & laugh across all the continents
And penis & pussy is the music of poetry
Penis & pussy are the colors of painting
Penis & pussy is the timpani drums of the symphony
Crashing everything into pieces
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Car Horn! Car Horn! Car Horn!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Hey Mr. Bleepy Bloogempoof! You got your sunshine?
Sunshine? Sunshine has been banned by God!
Vwooopy! I thought the Politically Correct Ding-Donghy Hoppy Hops had banned sunshine!
No! And now what am I going to do with all this rain in my head?
Rain-in-my-Head is the blugem-blaps we all need! For some extra poopy-poops!
Poopy-poops? But what about the buildings hopping everywhere? The buildings are all smiling!
Watch out! Here cums the end of the poem! DUCK!
WHAM!
SPLAT!
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen