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Sex Riots in the Streets Every Night
A poem by Wolf Larsen

First I paint the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel with pornography
And then I write lurid symphonies of sexual volcanoes
And then I turn all your dancing-naked-bodies into sculptures with a hammer-&-chisel
Then I masturbate My Paintbrush to the rhythms-of-Mozart
And with paint I splash your naked bodies all over the walls of the city
And now I’m ejaculating the words of this poem all over the page

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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A Waterfall of Beer Splashing All Over Your Imagination

All the trees & flowers are growing with fear out of your head
And cannibalistic alcoholics are jumping out of your mouth and assaulting all your dancing clones
And your eyeballs are jumping & bouncing everywhere
While all the automobiles are being swallowed by Uranus
So when will heaven cum?

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Check out my poetry videos on YouTube:
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The Lake Eats the Sky
A poem by Wolf Larsen

As the drummer swirls around different universes
And the bass creates railroad tracks & rivers & highways of 18 wheelers
The saxophone crashes through the sky and spurts his musical notes all over the canvas of the universe
And then the saxophone falls silent
And the trumpet blurts out one phrase of poetry after another
And the drums sing Arabic calligraphy around & around the music
Until all the dogs & cats are dancing in the streets
And then the crickets start to sing the end of the poem

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Driving a Motorcycle Back to the Middle Ages
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The saxophone is blasting rainbows of crack-cocaine everywhere
The drums are smashing all the solar systems into pieces
The bass is rearranging the English language into a pornographic sculpture
The saxophone is making all the phrases-of-poetry in your head dance together
And as the drums play all the neoclassical sculptures of Rome come alive and drink & dance & orgy together
Then the bass slows time down until the world stops spinning

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Afternoon, Right Hand, Penis
A poem by Wolf Larsen

A collage of singing sculptures
Sculptures with giant hands painting your face over-&-over again
In a landscape of billions of crawling penises
All crawling & crawling into the giant vagina in the sky
And marijuana forests grow out of the giant vagina in the sky
And you wander in these marijuana forests singing to all of the clouds swimming around you
And then a red toad jumps up and swallows you in one gulp

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Ejaculating the South Side of Chicago All Over New York City
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The piano is creating new Juan Gris still lifes every second
The drums are circling Gothic graffiti all around you
The saxophone is ejaculating collages all over the audience
The piano starts turning the city into a Mondrian canvas
The drums are in the middle of a Jackson Pollock canvas
The piano throws a few final notes into eternity
The saxophone begins World War III

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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The Holy Blasphemy of Preacher Wolf
A poem by Wolf Larsen

God! Pulled out the big paintbrush from between his legs and ejaculated life all over earth!
God! Gave us penises of green & purple & yellow to **** our abstract expressionisms into the sky!
God! Gave us vaginas filled with solar systems! To conquer outer space with the great female orgasm!
Praise be to the Big Dick God of the clouds!
Praise be to His Almighty Erection!
Only God’s Almighty Erection can save the sun & the moon from the soft limp penis!
Praise the camel toes of the yoga pants!
Praise the erections in the bicycle pants!
Glory Jesus is cuming hallelujah!
He’s cuming & cuming & cuming! Halleluujaaaaaah!

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

A Symphony of Billions of Solar Systems
Sung by a Chorus of Cicadas
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Zillions of cicadas across the world are singing this poem to you
So you skip-skip-skip-da-de-do across the world
As you sing space alien symphonies to all the cicadas
As the space aliens paint huge imaginations
Huge imaginations that are bursting into symphonies that are bursting across the solar systems
The same magical symphonies being sung by zillions of cicadas across the world

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Drinking Beethoven While Eating the Neighbor’s Cat
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I was drinking the music of the cicadas
When all the fishes of Lake Michigan started knocking on my door
So I opened the window, pulled out my musical instrument, and urinated vowels & consonants all over the passerby below
And then I started sailing across an ocean of beer
I reached an island of human flesh with a belly button on top
And God up in the sky poured a glass of whiskey and handed it down to me
I climbed up the ladder to heaven and kicked God in the nuts
Then I toasted the space aliens and drank God’s whiskey
Afterwards, Me & the Devil went to the whorehouse (City Hall) together
And we handed out portraits of Benjamin Franklin to the mayor & ‘da aldermen as we ****ed them all up the ***

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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A Big Christmas Tree Growing Out of Santa’s Crotch
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I’m drinking coronas with Jesus & the Disciples
When suddenly Jesus pulls out his Big Black Dick
And Jesus cums a Noah’s flood of bright fauvist colors all over the world for 40 days & nights
Meanwhile, Mary Magdalene is dancing a pole-dance striptease in front of me & the Disciples
And Pablo Picasso is painting Mary-Magdalene’s-moving-body in a crashing orgasm of Cubist angles flying everywhere
And that’s when the Big Bang of the universe flies out of Mary Magdalene’s vagina in the biggest female orgasm you’ve ever seen!
And thus the universe was born!
And then I stomp on the poem and squash it to death
And now I’m turning into a grasshopper and hopping away

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

An interview with Wolf Larsen. Wolf talks about his books, working in Alaska, traveling the world, and running for public office:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dRc57rKcAKk&t=177s

A Guillotine Concerto
Played by the Orchestra of Blue Collar Gods

The cello slices the city in half
All the violins are rampaging through the rich neighborhoods and smashing everything
The timpani drums are overthrowing monarchies & dictators & bourgeois “democracies”
And the choir is singing bourgeois pigs going round-&-round rotisseries in restaurants everywhere
And the audience is eating the music with big devouring mouths
Then the trumpet & saxophone dance gleefully around the guillotine going up-and-down
The choir sings the song of the human race yearning for liberation

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Skyrockets to Your Brains
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I jump the poem through your brains
I slash your brains up into an abstract canvas
Your brains are splashing all over the seven continents
While all the cicadas sing LSD songs to you
As the sky & the world & the oceans swirl around-&-around you
And as the end of the poem stabs you
Your red blood splashes all over the black canvas of the universe

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Wolf Larsen recites his poetry on YouTube:
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Ten Million Comets Swimming Around the Universe of Your Father’s Balzac 9 Months Before You Were Born
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Trees are growing out of the music
Elephants are stampeding out of the saxophone & trumpet
The drums are splashing rainforests all over the universe
Frederick Douglass is ****ing George Washington up the ***
And Frederick Douglass is exploding hundreds of billions of solar systems up George Washington’s butthole
Meanwhile, all the feminists & born-again Christians are protesting erotic art splashing along all the walls of the city
Then the poem hangs up…

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Having an Affair With the Moon
A poem by Wolf Larsen

We’re all riding eyeballs into outer space
When suddenly all of outer space is on fire
But then correct English grammar saves us all with the Queen’s English of Her Majesty’s vagina
But suddenly this phrase-of-poetry is crashing & slashing & lurching out of control of the Poet
So the Poet stabs the poem-to-death with his Penis
And everyone lives happily-ever-after inside their bellybuttons

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

The Outer Space of Your Imagination
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I’m planets from outer space drifting through your veins & arteries
I am rays of lightning and crashes of thunder that are phrases of poetry
And vice versa
I am millions of space aliens eating through your brains
I am thousands of galaxies swirling around-&-around in your testicles
You grow from a child into an old man in one of my seconds
The 10,000 years of your human civilization is one of my minutes

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen