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William Shakespeare Wrestling with John Wayne Gacy
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I am inside the big vagina in the middle of your face
And then I walk out of your big vagina
And into the anus of a giant symphony
An anus that’s as big as a Big Gothic Cathedral
With stained glass windows depicting massive scenes of Immaculate Conception
Between the Virgin Mary & all of the space aliens
Back when the space aliens brought the gift of poetry to the planet Earth
And the humans did receive the Poetry with open legs
And the greatest of these poets was Hugh Hefner
As Hugh Hefner was the greatest conductor of the Symphony of Penises
That the pornography world has ever seen
Because one of the many things that PC liberals & born-again conservatives agree upon is that pornography is evil
Except when they're masturbating to it
But never mind all that giant horses flying around the giant whorehouse of Heaven
Let’s talk about all the members of Congress both Democrat & Republican with their mouths Around Wolf Larsen's flagpole as Wolf Larsen sings The-Star-Spangled-Spank-Me-Banner
On National Television in front of an audience of 300 million buttocks all stuffing an endless assembly line of junk food into the holes in their faces
Or maybe we should blast off to the planet of huge-psychedelic-mushrooms
Where the Symphonies are all pink with joy
And the huge vaginas sail down from the sky
And swallow the men with so much happiness
As all of the Alice in Wonderlands with big tits and even bigger penises
Bless us with the Holy Mass of the God-given-gift between their legs
Every Sunday when the nuns dress up as priests
And the priests dress up as nuns
And Hugh Hefner presides over the Holy Symphony of Immaculate Conception
Played by a symphony orchestra of giant penises with legs & arms
But that was before we discovered that the moon was merely one of Wolf Larsen’s huge testicles
Floating around in one of Albert Einstein's rap songs on the radio
Which you can hear whenever you borrow one of Salvador Dali's ears
(I have thousands of Salvador Dali's ears in my refrigerator)
They taste like 60 billion galaxies of imagination
All swirling around us
As we die with the poem
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
An interview of Wolf Larsen follows the poem...
Do not read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious. You have been warned!
Alaskan King Crab Fishing inside the First Lady’s Vagina
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I grab the planet Earth and I throw it into this poem
Then I pull all your magical spermatozoa out of your testicles
And I fling your spermatozoa at all the paintings in the art museum
So all the paintings in the art museum become pregnant with science fiction
And now spaceships are roaring out of all of the paintings
And all of the spaceships fly into the vagina of the Virgin Mary in heaven
And then the Virgin Mary becomes pregnant with Leonardo da Vinci’s spermatozoa
Because Leonardo da Vinci’s spermatozoa is being played by all of the saxophone players
Standing around you as you masturbate
And now a tidal wave of Leonardo DaVinci’s spermatozoa splashes all over heaven
And as a result all the cats & dogs in your stomach become pregnant
And your stomach explodes with the Big Bang of the universe
So now all the planets & suns & moons are rotating-&-rotating around your head
While your hand is playing a symphony with your penis
Suddenly comets & meteors start flying out of your belly button
And you turn into 6 billion sex robots climbing & climbing around in the pubic hairs of the First Lady in Washington DC
And suddenly hundreds of skyscrapers begin growing out of the First Lady’s crotch
While all the fish in Lake Michigan are jumping into the First Lady's vagina
So now all of the characters in Shakespeare's plays are lining up to eat a huge fish fry at the First Lady's vagina
And then everyone begins drinking all of the single malt scotch whiskey that's pouring out of God's penis in heaven
And everyone becomes as drunk as Pablo Picasso vomiting cubism all over the city of Chicago
And then all of the planets in the solar system explode
When you wake up with a hangover
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Plus an interview of me the Wolf:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dRc57rKcAKk
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dRc57rKcAKk
Do not read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious. You have been warned!
How to Eat the Sky
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I ejaculate my poetry as graffiti art all over the walls of the world
And my artistic spermatozoa drips from all the walls of the world
And fertilizes the planet Earth
With millions of buildings of schizophrenia growing out of the ground
Giant buildings that become giant penises growing into all of the anuses of the space aliens
Who live in the heavens
But then yellow orgasms happen from the Sun-god
And the Christian God becomes drunk from drinking Wolf Larsen's poetry
While the Virgin Mary opens her legs to all of the skyscraper-penises growing from the planet Earth
And the orgy of monks & nuns in Wolf Larsen's pornographic opera entitled
“Immaculate Conception at the Gates of Heaven”
Is performed on the streets of the world with eyeballs bouncing everywhere
As our magical spermatozoa swim up into the big painting in the sky
And as all the world’s lunatics paint the big painting in the sky with their penis-paintbrushes
The Queen of England throws off her clothes to reveal that she herself is a space alien
And that's when the Space Alien Invasion from the Queen of England's Vagina begins
With thousands & thousands of space-alien-warships flying out of the Queen of England's Vagina
And then the President of the USA announces the Constitutional Convention of Space Alien Anuses
And the Democratic & Republican space alien anuses all create giant Cubist speeches of doom & glory & patriotic jism out of the holes in their faces
And Christ has been cumming for 2000 years so the jism of Jesus Christ constantly replenishes the waterfalls & rivers of the world with the Holy Spermatozoa of the Son of God
And since no one can compete with the Spermatozoa of the Son of God
Everyone jumps up into the sky - into the giant awaiting vagina of the Queen of England -
And we live our eternal after-lives inside the Glorious Vagina of the Queen of England
And the forests of marijuana growing in the Glorious Vagina of the Queen of England
Become our home
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Surrealistic-Literature-Stand-Up-Comedy video after the poem!
Do not read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious. You have been warned!
A Beautiful Sunny Day to Eat Testicles
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Strawberry-testicle-happiness!
Even the toilets are singing to us!
So you piss your poetry all over the walls of the museums
And the emptiness crashes into you
And the silence sings to you
And the rivers of human faces flow past you like endless paintings
Paintings that flow into this song
This song that's made out of your own flesh
And you shake salt & pepper all over your songs
Which taste like class oppression
And then you flip your brain like a pancake
And everyone starts flipping-their-brains like cannibalistic hamburgers
Made out of your neighbor's flesh
Served to all the space aliens on another planet at a fast-food stand
Human flesh that tastes like Beethoven symphonies
The great cannibalism of endless paintings
That are created from the music in our ballsacks
And then a schizophrenic geography made out of dripping sex
Sex dripping from all my poems
Poetry dripping from all my sex
And the oceans of human misery & poverty surrounding the bourgeois neighborhoods
But let's skip-skip-skip-it-e-dooo all the way to the swirling sky
The giant hole in the sky which we fly into
And now we’re in a new universe filled with the most beauTiful-seXual-perVersionS
Where each phrase of poetry thrusts in-&-out of a magical vagina
Where all the followers of Jesus Christ whip & whip humanity with morality
Where the terrorists in the White House bomb & bomb the world’s humanity
And a huge marijuana plant a Mile High grows out of the poem
And on each Leaf of the huge marijuana plant is sitting a different Poet
Writing a different poem into the galaxies of WOW
Because each poem knocks on the door of the human race
Because each poem blasts off into the beat-of-the-endless-everything
And the New-World-Africans play the beat-of-the-drums which is the beat-of-the-poem which is the beat-of-the-dancing-artists creating phrases of poetry with their bOdiLy-mOve-menTs
And now all Poets sit on street corners naked as they write their poetry
And now all Painters create new human universes with their splashing paint
That leaps out of their paintbrushes
While all around them the screams & falling bombs of War
Produce the blood with which the Painters paint with
While the billionaire-war-profiteers eat the endless corpses on the ground
And endless generations of young men marching off to the graveyards of War
While the Democratic & Republican politicians celebrate War in their red-carpet-gala-affairs
As the politicians give their canned speeches of canned diarrhea in front of
Television cameras that swallow the lies of politicians like a toilet swallowing ****
While the finger of the Warlord in the White House inches ever closer to the atomic button
And the reader looks off from the poem he's reading
To see the last thing he will ever see
A giant mushroom cloud on the horizon
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
More surrealistic literature as stand-up:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9d0JPyEzhuI
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9d0JPyEzhuI
Do not read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious. You have been warned!
How to Fix a Supernova Explosion with a Screwdriver
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Giant flying testicles giving political speeches
Suddenly invade the planet Earth from the vagina of a sex robot
Who’s dancing to the sunlight
A beautiful sunlight shining from the left nipple of the Virgin Mary
On this Holy Day of Magical Pubic Hairs
That sing operas from our crotches
As the six-story container cranes walk across the land
Under a sky filled with top 40 pop songs
That were all created inside the anus of John F Kennedy
Back when he gave blowjobs in exchange for The grandiose Heaven of crack-cocaine
But that was before a thousand Ernest Hemingway clones riding Spanish bulls across the Moon
Discovered a transvestite Christopher Columbus in a glorious Intergalactic orgy
With all of the space monsters of the floating Atlantis
Inside of the Galaxy spinning inside Albert Einstein's brains
Being painted by Attila the Hun in Paris
During the invasion of abstract expressionism
Ejaculating out of all of the Greek gods in heaven
But now let's all get on our knees
And pray to the Greek God of Blowjobs
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Do not read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious. You have been warned!
An Ode to My Penis! My Lovely Penis!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I create sunny skies with my poetry
My symphonies crash upon the Earth and destroy everything
My paintings are your orgasms
My brains contain huge universes
That haven't even begun to be explored
And my testicles are filled with the future of the human race
Each one of my poems is a pagan temple filled with lust
The greatest poetry known to man falls out of my anus every morning
And my tongue in your pusssy cat is the greatest art
It was Wolf Larsen's Tongue that created the giant female orgasm otherwise known as The Big Bang
So my tongue helped create the universe
Even my buttocks are worshipped by the space aliens
And the Sun God licks my penis
My ejaculations upon the canvases create great art movements
And my fists have put many a giant on the ground
Let all of the planets fall out of the sky and into my poems
Let all the men on the planet give me their wives & daughters & aunts & grandmothers & sex dolls so that I may create poetry with them and the Immaculate Conception of My Poetry will make many a tummy grow & grooow from the artistic creations of my phallus-pen
I am a tidal wave known as Wolf Larsen
The millions of madmen in my ballsack will destroy everything
And then the millions of madmen in my ballsack will rebuild the cities into giant sculptures of poetry
And the music created by my hand & my penis Is so sweet that even the birds fall silent and listen
It is time to smash all the world statues into pieces - and replace them with statues of the Poet Wolf Larsen
All of humanity should get on its knees before me and beg me to conquer the world in the name of poetry
The world will eat my poetry
The world will sex to the rhythms of my poetry
The world will dance the dance of Immaculate Conception as I sing my poetry
Because my poetry is the only religion
Because my poetry shall create Fountains of Immaculate Conception throughout the Earth
Now it is time to create giant skyscrapers in the image of Wolf Larsen's Penis
Get to work! All of you!
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
More of my crazy poetry in this video poem!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cdHXMEGrpic
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cdHXMEGrpic
The Theater of Immaculate Conception
A poem by Wolf Larsen
All of my poems are dripping with chlamydia!
Because chlamydia is the reason for the sunlight!
All of the statues in parks across the world have chlamydia!
God bless chlamydia!
The chlamydia drips from the paintings!
The chlamydia drips from the music!
The chlamydia drips from our bodies!
We create giant temples to honor the Goddess of Chlamydia
And inside the giant temples we spread chlamydia in eternal rituals of joy -
The Orgy of Glorious Chlamydia!
And on the altar the Musicians play The Grand Symphony of Chlamydia
As the reader masturbates to the rhythms of The Grand Symphony of Chlamydia
And a transvestite God is conducting the orchestra
And the chorus of moans from the orgy
Adds to the great music of lust & desire!
And our orgasms create the blue sky!
And the flute plays the blue sky rolling around & around the planet Earth...
As the piccolo plays yet another orgasm...
And the harp plays the after-orgasm-Jooooy of your limp body just laying there...
And then the trombone & French horn & trumpet play the entrance of a young muscular stud!
And the flute plays the surrender of a naked young maiden surrendering her body to Immaculate Conception with a handsome stranger!
And the chorus of moans from the orgy plays two thousand years of the Virgin Mary moaning & mooaaning!
From that day 2000 years ago when she gave her body to a handsome stranger
And her bastard son Jesus sings his melancholy from the cross on the wall...
As the priest & the preacher kiss together and touch each other's naked bodies in eternal Joy...
And the flute & the harp together play the Eternal Joy of the priest & the preacher
As the poem Drifts Away into sleeeeeep...
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Warning: Do not read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious!
The Orchestra of Syphilis Playing in a Whorehouse
A Orchestral Poem by Wolf Larsen
Peanut-butter-eyeballs
On my plate of Immaculate Conception
As the flute plays the blue sky ****ing the toilet
And the harp is playing Heaven & Hell dancing together
And the timpani drum is playing the Poet falliNg-aPart-&-cOming-baCk-tOgetheR-agaiN
As all of the violins play one war after another
And the clarinet plays the clown-politicians doing the Cha Cha Cha with their mouths
And the saxophone plays God falling from the heavens and shattering all over the Earth
And then the saxophone plays the Sun rising out of Wolf Larsen's Anus
And the Sun shines it's religion upon the Earth
And the christian religion melts into the ground
And now the fertilized Earth begins to grow Pagan religions into the sky
And the clarinet plays the Pagan religions all dancing with each other
And the flute plays the artist painting the Pagan religions splashing all over a canvas
And the tuba plays the clown-politicians dancing the erotic pole dance for their corporate sponsors
And the clarinet plays the orgies in the penthouses & mansions
And the bassoon plays the suffering in the trailer parks & ghettos & barrios
And then all the violins together play World Wars 1 2 and 3 dancing with each other
And then the oRcheStra-jOins-tOgetheR-in-chaOs as the finger of the Warlord-in-Chief in the White House reaches closer & closer to the atomic button...
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Another poem-video by Wolf Larsen:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LWraOYCIl_4
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LWraOYCIl_4
Warning: Do not read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious!
Penis-Collage-with-Happy-Elections-in-Genital-Herpes-Soup!
a poem by Wolf Larsen
The reader flies off into thousands of crashing symphonies
And the reader’s children fall all over the planets
And the saxophone explodes abstract expression of all over the reader
And now the reader’s naked body is dripping in abstract expressionism
And suddenly abstract-expressionistic-pornography
Becomes the new belly-button-sky of the day
With thousands of 17th century sailing ships leaving the Queen of England's anus
And sailing into the giant sky of the reader’s brains
And the reader's brain suddenly becomes thousands of sculptures
Floating across the air of another planet
While the symphony plays World War One crashing back-and-forth
As a mountain of dead-&-dying soldiers pile up in front of the reader
And the reader jumps on top of God’s bald head
And the reader proclaims the great Kingdom of Schizophrenic-Howling-Dogs
Beneath the new-moon-testicle of the great space alien Emperor
Who plays Jazz with the 3,000 penises growing out of his face
While all of the genital crabs crawl from song-to-song
And all of the Cockroaches are spreading mustard & ketchup & relish all over the approaching mushroom clouds
And the modern dancers are jumping out of the mushroom clouds
And the mOdern-daNcers-aRe-cReaTing-cuBist-paiNtingS-wiTh-thE-mOveMeNts-oF-thEir-bOdieS
And capitalist politicians are jumping out of all of the Cubist paintings
And the capitalist politicians are working hard in the whorehouse-Congress-parliaments of the world
While strawberry happiness dances out of the sunlight
And the music frolics with all of the strawberry happiness
And the musicians create orange & yellow & red orgies
That make the sky drip with the Immaculate Conception of Jazz
As the trumpet explodes a collage all over the sky
And then the reader stabs the poem with his Penis
And then the reader’s Penis grows out of millions of paintings
And all of the millions of the reader's Penises
Are ejaculating French impressionism all over the wild animals in the jungle
And then the reader’s giant Tongue starts licking-&-licking the universe
And the universe is so delicious
That the reader turns into Michelangelo’s David
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Warning: Do not read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious!
Sunlight-Masturbation-Pie with Lemon-Merengue-Vagina!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I splash the sunlight about
With my giant paintbrush that grows out of my crotch
And the blue sky calls to the human race
To take their clothes off and perform poetry with each other naked
As the saxophone plays 15 centuries of orgies
And the endless centuries of human orgies paint the world with human flesh
It’s naked human flesh in the streets painting the city with a sensual happy Baroque-Rococo
That the Greek gods in our testicles have come to admire
And the giant penises of our ancestors
Speak to us out of their humongous mouths
Of the endless butterflies flying in the Orgies of Heaven
As the nuclear missiles fly back-and-forth across the world
And the Warlord-in-the-White-House pronounces on television that
Our belly buttons will be confiscated by the government
Because all our belly buttons are certainly Russian spies
And the Chinese are going to conquer our farts with their Asian imports
Because war & the stock market & borN-aGain-chRistiAn-craZiness
Are the sounds of freedom ringing with fries & a Coke
As the drums play huge Avalanches of lying politicians in election season
All jumping out of the ******* of the great God in heaven
And the piano plays genocide & more genocide & more genocide
Corpses piled as high as Mount Everest
As the US Army kills everybody to save the world from terrorism
And the elephants & donkeys in suits fly out of Uncle Sam's anus
To preach to us the endless diarrhea
Of Republicrat & Demopublican blah-blah-blah
Being recited in the hallways of a lunatic asylum
Called the Neurotic States of America
With Red State Diarrhea vs. Blue State Diarrhea
And which diarrhea is going to win the ballgame today?
But then the nuclear submarines launche endless penises into the air
As all the monkeys in the zoo wave the Red White & Blue
And the symphony plays all the world's countries crashing into each other
As all the rabbits of the world laugh & laugh as they play Immaculate Conception music together
And the Virgin Mary is having fun with a vibrator as Jesus-Christ-on-the-cross on the wall sings opera to all the cockroaches in our brains
As Jackson Pollock paints an abstract-expressionist-canvas-of-the-world
An abstract expressionism of war & poverty & rape revolving around and around this great testicle of a planet that revolves and revolves around the great-big-yellow-vagina in the center of the solar system we call the Sun
But then all the rats in the penthouses & mansions begin singing a bipartisan duet together called “Stomp-on-the-Workers”
While the working people carry the rich on their backs in exchange for a few coins
And then the poem masturbates itself onto the page
And the reader sees the page with its thousands of schizophrenic mouths
And the three lunatic asylums of the government - judicial executive & legislative - all begin masturbating each other into a blissful Opera of Oppression & Corruption
While the poem jumps from STD to STD
And the corporate lobbyists jump from whore-politician to whore-politician in that greatest of whorehouses on Capitol Hill
While the Poet searches through the diarrhea of American “culture” to find the words of a poem
A poem that will construct a collage of liberation
A collaGe-of-eVerYthing daNcing-tO-the-mUsic
The music of a thousand instruments all playing a new era together
All playing a new human race together
All playing a revolution together
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen does stand-up comedy using his own surrealistic literature as material!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S60t2Q3GnQM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S60t2Q3GnQM
Warning: Do not read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious!
A Charles Manson Mural Inside of Donald Trump's Anus
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Your head starts growing millions of paintings everywhere
Your penis starts growing out of everyone's thoughts
Your giant spermatozoa start swimming out of everyone's ears
Your testicles become fountains of knowledge
Your feet are dancing with a space alien on a planet millions of light-years away
While your heart is pumping sunlight across the solar system
Your thoughts are creating poetry in the minds of species Across the Universe
Your belly button is a black hole in the center of the universe
Your anus is giving political speeches in Washington DC
The two sides of your buttocks are the face of American bipartisan politics
But suddenly there's thousands of your heads growing in a field in Iowa
While your penis is giving a discourse in art in front of a classroom full of 20 year olds
And all of your giant spermatozoa are running for Congress
While your testicles are traveling by bus across an imagination larger than 10 universes all piled on top of each other
And now your dancing feet are turning history into music
Your heart is singing with the revolving galaxies revolving around the music
Your thoughts keep building abstract sculptures
Your belly button joins the Immaculate Conception festivities in Brazil
And a nuclear submarine plops out of your anus
And swims down your toilet bowl and through the pipes and out into the ocean
While the two sides of your buttocks are running against each other in the presidential election
And then your penis conducts the Chicago Symphony Orchestra as it plays Charles Manson’s “Symphony for a Red Dot on a Blue & Green Canvas”
And one of your giant spermatozoa wins the Nobel Peace Prize
While your testicles travel to the Moon and back on a giant ladybug
And your feet dance across the wastelands of so many Minds
While your heart suddenly stops beating...
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Warning: Do not read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious!
Happy Sex Life with Right Hand, Cheeseburger, and Fries
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The first ballet dancer begins to create the Chicago skyline
The second ballet dancer begins to combine the sun and the rain together
The third ballet dancer begins to silently recreate Igor Stravinsky's Rite of Spring
Then the first ballet dancer does the violins having an orgy with the clarinet
And the second ballet dancer recreates Picasso's Guernica
Then together the three ballet dancers dance Wassily Kandinsky’s “Landscape with Red Spots”
Then the first ballet dancer begins to dance in millions of solar systems
While the second ballet dancer dances a hot dog with mustard and ketchup
The third ballet dancer blasts off into your I-MmmaaaGinn-aaaaTiiooo-N
While the other two ballet dancers silently perform this poem together
God then enters the stage and begins dancing like cubism shaking hands with disco music
And then the Virgin Mary begins copulating with God on the stage
While Jesus Christ dances Coke and Pepsi with a bunch of donkeys & elephants in suits
And the ballet dancer on the moon begins dancing the Black Plague
Then the Union Army of 1860 dances on stage and frees everybody
And then all the black people begin dancing The Great Migratioooon from the South to the North
While European immigrants begin dancing-on-water across the Atlantic Ocean
And the New York Philharmonic begins playing skyscrapers jumping out of Manhattan
And then the space aliens all explode out of God's Ballsack and all over the audience
And the audience begins dancing abstract-expressionism-with-pornography
And then the television audience watching all this begin masturbating...
And Henry Moore the sculptor begins sculpting 300 million Americans masturbating together
And Jimi Hendrix begins playing 300 million Americans masturbating together
And the ballet dancers on stage are representing with their body movements the dance of 300 million Americans masturbating together
And then John Wayne Gacy is elected President of the United States of America
And everyone jumps out into the streets and begins a ballet dance called “World War 3 with ketchup & fries”
And then all the future humans that will never be born begin dancing and jumping out of your television set
And now all the future humans that will never be born are dancing all around you in your living room
And standing upside down on your ceiling is Wolf Larsen reciting this poem to you
And the insane asylum of your brains begins drooling out of your mouth
As you sit on the subway train with a hundred Donald Trump clones in French lingerie all dancing around you
And suddenly the ending of the poem hits you in the face
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
A Video-Poem by me Wolf "Satan" Larsen...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X4v1qbzLjYA&t=31s
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X4v1qbzLjYA&t=31s
Food & Politics, Incorporated
A poem by Wolf Larsen
In the tiny space of this poem is a million farm animals all ****ing & pissing all over each other, and the farm animals are being slaughtered by wage slaves working long hours for pennies, and the animals are being carried by hooks on a conveyor belt into your mouth, and the animals taste as delicious as mushroom clouds on your hamburger...
And the odors from all of the **** & piss & antibiotic drugs of the industrial farms are reaching your nose right now, and it smells like poetry…
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Warning: Do not read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious!
All the Planets of the Universe Suddenly Become Giant Human Heads
a poem by Wolf Larsen
You suddenly have a microwave oven as a head
And your two hands turn into paint brushes
Masturbating the giant penis of the Statue of Liberty
(I bet you didn't know she had a penis)
And the Spanish Armada is floating out of the mouth of the Statue of Liberty
And towards the Queen of England's tits
As the Statue of Liberty's penis ejaculates nuclear missiles all over your face
And now the Amazon rainforest is growing out of your face
And then your own penis blasts off into outer space and becomes the Apollo mission to the Moon
And on the moon millions of space aliens jump out of your penis
And the space aliens erect hundreds of McDonald's restaurants all over the moon
While the Virgin Mary in heaven has a female orgasm of French impressionism falling all over the planet Earth
And this gives birth to thousands of naked Caligula clones at the public library
All reciting giant pop art penises everywhere
As everyone's refrigerators grow legs and begin walking the streets of the city
And this causes skyscrapers to grow out of the mayor's face
As giant German expressionist art pours out of the mayor's mouth
And lands all over the walls of the city...
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Warning: Do not read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious!
Diego Rivera Painting all the Orgasms of Brazilian Carnival All Over the Walls of Your Bedroom
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Whenever a poem starts to brew in my guts
And volcanoes start exploding inside my head
And the giant eyeball of the Ministry of Information is staring at me from the sky
I think of endless monsters flyyyying out of my Penis
And everyone aims their Penises at my flyyying monsters in the sky
And their bullets shoot the Sun into pieces
And the exploding pieces of the Sun become a schizophrenic-orgasmic-show of installation art
In an art exhibit being held inside of a nuclear submarine
That's shooting the Founding Fathers of 1787 into the skyyyy
And as the Founding Fathers of 1787 flyyyyy through the sky
All the watermelons in my head start playing rock & roll music
As the politicians all spread peanut butter all over themselves
In preparation for their erotic encounters with corporate lobbyists
And as the mushroom clouds welcome us with a brand new day
The tidal waves of pop-art-imagery
Flyyyyy out of our breakfast cereal
And as we eat the unicorns in everybody's vaginas
And the thousands of rabid dogs all juuump out of our brains
We paint our brAinS-aLL-oVeR-tHe-wOrLd
While wild-marijuana-plants grooow out of the Constitutional Convention of 1787
And the pilgrims eat McDonald's hamburgers as they cross the Atlantic Ocean
And thousands of flying fish with the heads of Andy Warhol
Jump out of the ocean and eat the delicious pilgrims on the decks of the ship Mayflower
And so instead of the pilgrims colonizing America - America is colonized by all of the orgies of Brazilian Carnival
And as a protest against Carnaval the born-again Christians all blast off into the giant space alien murals on Mars
And as the words of this poem dribble out of that great space alien mural on Mars
The reader finds himself inside of God's great ball sack 2000 years ago
And now the reader is Jesus Christ dying on the cross in my bedroom watching me masturbate…
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
A Podcast Interview of Wolf Larsen...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hbSURDWoyp4
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hbSURDWoyp4
Warning: Do not read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious!
Writing Poetry All Over Each Other’s Buttocks
A poem by Wolf Larsen
George Grosz paints the walls & ceilings & floor of your apartment with all the faces of the world's refugees, and all of the world's refugees start walking into one of your ears and through your brains and out your other ear searching for a place to live, and the drums & tuba keep playing the constant marching of the refugees here and there, and the violins move-back-&-forth as the cold winds move-back-and-forth pouring through the tents of the world's refugees, and all of the asses (donkeys) of the United Nations sing beautiful words out of their buttocks about nothing, and each *** sits on its toilet-seat there at the United Nations blabbering the most monotone blah blah blah as the world's refugees groan with hunger and scream with the bombs falling all around them, and meanwhile the American soldiers march out of the anuses of the Democratic & Republican politicians in Washington DC, and the American soldiers march all over the world stomping all over civilians and leaving cities in ruins, and while the military eats all of our taxes one out of every six American children goes to bed hungry, But perhaps I should contemplate all the nuclear submarines swimming in my belly button instead, or maybe I should jack off words all over the page until the reader is drowning in bright colors, or maybe I should pick the Italian Renaissance out of my nose and create literary masterpieces out of my boogers, so the reader pulls out his Dick on the subway and ejaculates the New York City skyline all over everybody...
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Warning: Do not read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious!
Space-Alien-Orgasms for Supper
A poem by Wolf Larsen
So thousands of your heads
Are bouncing-&-bouncing all over your studio apartment
While your penis is making love to the blue sky
And your belly button is surrounding the entire universe
And all of the candidates for President are bouncing around inside your ballsack
So you ejaculate all the presidential candidates into the Mona Lisa's vagina in the Louvre Museum
And meanwhile all of the spaceships from the Star Wars movie are flying around the Louvre Museum in Paris
And all of the store mannequins become porn actresses -
In a giant movie that’s simultaneously being filmed on all the planets in the universe -
And in the porno movie all the French-impressionist-space-aliens are making porno-fun with all the store mannequins
And the store mannequins jump out unto the stage
And dance to the cosmos spinning & exploding all around them
While the ketchup & mustard sculptures
Are floating all around your thousands of heads
In a galaxy made out of whipped cream
In a future being sung by all the opera singers of the past
Back when your giant head was being constructed in a factory of space aliens
Dancing to the music of Einstein’s Theory of Relativity
Under 300 Suns all shining their musical orgasms
As the reader & the rest of the galaxy is swallowed by a vacuum cleaner
That’s being operated by a squid floating
In an ocean of abstract-expressionist-paint
Somewhere south of Houston after the city of Houston jumps to another planet
That’s floating out of this poem…
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Warning: Do not read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious!
It's Sunday so I Get on My Knees and I Suck the Priest’s ****
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I put human eyeballs in all the walls
I smile across the sky
And the entire universe is inside my ballsack
And when I ejaculate the universe into all the up
All the rabid dogs falling from the sky howl in laughter
Because I am the reason that cum tastes so delicious
Because I am the reason that music is so delicious
And when the music creates the sunlight
And when the sunlight creates raspberry thoughts
Raspberry thoughts that lead to orgies in the Vatican
As all of the Popes of Rome's history crawl & crawl in my pubic hairs
And I the Poet & all my readers walk through the forest of God’s giant pubic hairs
While the Chicago Penis Orchestra follows us and plays all the orgasms of history
And then the wind whispers to me of your love
And I immaculate conception your love doggy style
With the saxophone ejaculating jazz into your mouth
And then I open up my mouth and I swallow all of the kittens & puppies in the animal shelter
And the kittens & puppies taste as delicious as symphonies in blue & red & pink & yellow
And as I wipe my *** with the American flag and pee on the founding fathers
All the toilets of America sing my poetry out of their mouths
And the poem paints with a crazy paint brush
That splashes wars & famine & disease all over the human race
Because most of us were born to suffer
Because most of us were not born swimming in some rich man's ballsack
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Another poem-video by Wolf Larsen:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-dBDKCRpPoM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-dBDKCRpPoM
Warning: Do not read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious!
A Most Beautiful Penis Growing Out of the Mona Lisa's Forehead in the Louvre
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The 10,000 volcanoes in my brains
Explode endless solar systems out of my head
And I dip my castrated penis into the hot lava flowing out of your vagina
And I write poems in beautiful pornographic calligraphy with your sweet hot lava
And the beautiful pornographic calligraphy jumps up and becomes
BiZarRe-wONdeRfuL-aRt-gRaffiTi on the sides of passing-freight-trains
Rumbling through cities that are flying around each other
Rumbling through the chaos of buildings circling around-&-around
Freight trains rummmbling through generations of simple workers’ neighborhoods
Rummmbling through a giant landscape of hopelessness
Rummmbling through a rusting United States of America
Everyone flying everywhere on their opiates
And the rusting closed factories grow out of the ground like weeds
And hopelessness falls all over America like an endless disease
And then the universe falls down
And billions of planets crash upon us
As the human race sings a final opera of extinction together
And the mushroom clouds jump out of our cans of tomato soup
While the politicians & their bourgeois johns & their callgirl wives all hide in the fallout shelters together
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
R. Kelly and Wolf Larsen Peeing All Over Each Other
(We went to high school together.)
A poem by Wolf Larsen
So I pee all over the American people
And the flying vaginas
Give surrealistic speeches
To all of the eyeballs growing out of the trees
While the saxophone creates waterfalls of psychosis
As the flying vaginas eat all the highways
And huge anuses start swallowing all the planets
While you eat millions of people
And all of the penises in your stomach
Taste like jazz pancakes with fauvism on top
And then all the fish in the ocean jump out of God’s Penis
And one of God’s Testicles holds the Atlantic Ocean
And the other Testicle of God holds the Pacific Ocean
And two tornadoes jump out of your ears
And turn Chicago into the end of the poem…
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen doing more surrealistic literature as stand-up comedy:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ay2UnJIMBwI
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ay2UnJIMBwI
A Spaceship Lands on Your Hairy Balls
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The vacuum cleaner swallows up all the planets of the universe
And your mouth is swallowing the blue sky
And everyone is snorting up abstract expressionism
And then everyone paints huge belly buttons all over the universe
While the factories **** automobiles unto the highways
And the sexy sheep of our wetdreams
Recite their poetry to us
While the flute plays a phrase of poetry flying around & around the city
While the mailboxes ejaculate poetry all over the sidewalks
And then you open the door to leave the house
But somehow the street outside has been replaced by millions of solar systems
That all rush past you into your house
And now there’s millions of solar systems inside your home
And then you’re swallowed
By the big vagina at the end of the poem
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Musical Theme for a WhaTeVer-thE-sOmeThiNg-oR-aNoTheR
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The gong smashes billions of thoughts exploding everywhere
The violins play the sun running around & around the earth over & over again
The clarinet ejaculates a joke all over you
The trumpet yells with anger at the clarinet
The clarinet laughs at the trumpet
The tuba starts walking through the music like a fat man walking down the street
The violins throw the oceans & continents everywhere
The clarinet laughs again
The gong starts crashing one planet after another into pieces
The bassoon starts to rain melancholy everywhere
The clarinet begins dancing playfully around the bassoon
The trumpet throws bright colors all over the audience
Then the harp turns the sky black
The saxophone & trumpet throw neon lights everywhere
Then the harp plays the reader dreaming himself somewhere else…
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Jump! Scream! Dance!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Everyone jumps out of those paintings in the museum
And now they’re dancing through the hallways of the art museum
To the beat of the flying violins and crashing cellos
As Picasso paints refugees shivering with cold & hunger
All over the walls of villas & mansions & penthouses
Where the rich snort lines of cocaine stretching across the universe
And the French horn & saxophone & trumpet play laughing-dying-madmen crashing into each other
As the lines of cocaine become phrases of poetry
Flying around the cities
Which are jumping out of the ground
And rivers of cocaine & musical notes & bright paint
Splash out of the music
Music built out of hamburgers & plagues & poetry
All having a ménage-a-trois together under a hysterically laughing sun
While god urinates spring showers all over neurotic flowers
Which smile their bright colors splashing into our eyes
As our skin drools off our bodies and into the ground…
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Another Wolf Larsen poem-video!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Soq2TPUV9Sc
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Soq2TPUV9Sc
Warning: Do not read this poem if you are offended by obscenity.
The Sun Becomes Pregnant from the Poet’s Spermatozoa
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The land under your feet suddenly escapes away into the sky
The buildings surrounding you suddenly become the words in a poem far far away
Your head is suddenly a planet at the edge of the solar system
Comets crash into your brains
One of your hands is masturbating Salvador Dali’s Penis
Your other hand is writing this poem
Your eyeballs have been swallowed by the devil
Billions of people are swimming into your body
Your feet walk away from each other and each one of your feet winds up in a separate poem
Your mother gives birth to Army tanks & nuclear missiles & bullets
Your thoughts are creating a painting
Your vagina has become a haven for terrorists
Your nipples send out radio signals to space aliens
And then you sit on the poem’s face
And you cum all over the poem…
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
The Food Here is Flavored with the Poet’s Jism
A poem by Wolf Larsen
All around me space aliens & cannibals are mating
In magical duck rituals
While the buildings jump up & down with the music
And kangaroos are flying out of the sun
While naked Roman emperors at McDonalds
Are having sex with all the rainbows flying everywhere
And the skyscrapers are growing out of the mouths of all the Roman emperors
And Michelangelo is painting the Big Bang of the universe on the ceiling of McDonalds
While Leonardo di Vinci’s Mona Lisa is having sex with Jimi Hendrix on one of the tables
And rocketships are blasting out of everyone’s penises
And inhabiting the universe with masses of humanity
All enjoying the Orgy of Immaculate Conception together across the universe
And then Charles Manson strangles the poem to death
And laughs & laughs & laughs…
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Check out my stand-up comedy that uses surrealistic poetry:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RuzVE9kXKDA
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RuzVE9kXKDA
A Rogue Sexually Transmitted Computer Virus that Conquers the Universe
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The space aliens & humans are devouring each other
As my anus swallows the entire universe
And the assembly line across the street builds hundreds of new solar systems every second
And penises with wings are flying out of this poem
And the words in this poem are growing legs and running away
And torpedoes are shooting out of this poem
And exploding into symphonies & paintings
That are being eaten by all the flying fish
With human heads
As waterfalls of insanity crash out of everyone’s brains
And the painter dabs his paintbrush in the waterfalls of insanity
And the painter creates the most wonderful cannibalism on canvas
While the flying fish devour all the solar systems
And the planet earth becomes a giant brain of madness
That’s leaking out of the genitals of a computer
That’s being born by a scientist at this very moment…
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Warning: Do not read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious!
All the Frogs of the Amazon Rainforest Impregnating the Moon
A poem by Wolf Larsen
A big laughing anus
Jumps out of the sun
And sings the 10,000 orgies of poetry
To all of the giant ears growing out of the planets
As vaginas as big as the sky
Walk out of this poem
And devour all the music
The silent Earth is then eaten by all the monsters growing out of our bellybuttons
As Jesus Christ comes down from the cross
And starts dancing in the Brazilian Carnival
And giant neon mushrooms are growing out of the musical orgies
All the naked musical orgies on NYC’s Broadway
After the Revolution of Immaculate Conception
Has freed humanity’s genitals from the chains of religion…
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Warning: Do not read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious!
Hee-Hee-Ha-Ha-Hoo-Hoo-Hee-Hee for Breakfast Yummy!
A poem by Wolf "Satan" Larsen
Barbara tenus sapientes is eating all the scraMbled-brAin-eGgs
Of-10,000-maSturbaTing-phiLosOpheRs
All watching the porno show of the American elections
When Boobsera-Titsera-Sapiiiiientes happened!!!
And now all the paintings in the Louvre have penises & testicles hanging out of them -Ooohhhhhh Nooooooo!
While all the Barbaras with their titz-sir-R-us were sappying-sappying
To the beat of the Boomberus-Titz-R-us-Suppa-Suppa!!
Giant-Neon-Vaginas with legs all jumping everywhere!
Human skulls floooaaating across the pink universe
Across a river of Barbara-bubba-Tena-Tena-Tuba-Suppa-Suppa
Until they reached the other side of the galaxy of cum-flavored ice cream
That tasted like Booba-Booba-Tuuppaa-Tuppa-Buubha-Buubha
As ha ha ha ha ha went all the pink flying frogs
Jumping from one bald-head-testicle-man’s brains to another bald-head-testicle-man’s brains
Inside da headz of da 10,000-mAstUrbatiNg-phiLosOpherS
All chanting “Barba-barba-Buunga-Buunga-Tuppa-Tuppa-Sappa-Sappa!!”
While the Demopublicans in America chanted:
“Dinga-dinga-Boppa-Boppa-Poopa-Poppa-Sappy-sappy!!”
And all the Republicrats chanted:
“Barba-barba-Ten-Titz-R-up-Ten-up-Up-up-Soopy-Soopy!!”
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Another video poem by Wolf "Satan" Larsen...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NdQu0vE28Pk
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NdQu0vE28Pk
Warning: Do not read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious!
Ding-dop-dopper-Dooopers!
A poem by Wolf “Satan” Larsen!
A fling-flooper was eating the sun out of the garbage can –
Bingee-booper-boopity-daaaaaaH –
When a religious-Cyclops-Monster with a cross instead of a penis between his legs
Began ranting to the snails about all the fippity-foopity-fnooo
While everyone danced the Corona virus with all the seal lions swimming through the sky
And the sea lions sang:
“Zippy-zoopy-zappy-zoooo!!”
While the puppies jumped out of the computers
And ate the flying sea lions
And everyone’s eyeballs seemed to say:
“Cloppity-Boppity-fnopity-fooooo!”
And then everyone died.
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Zing-Zoopey hi hi the Bluuuuuee Skkkyyyy!
A poem by Wolf “Satan” Larsen
I was fwooping with some crack!
CraaCk -!-cRRraaCCk-!-cRRRaaaaCk!!
When the elephants went fwoooping with all the up-&-down lakes and rivers!
CrrRRRaaack-!-crrAAAAck-!-Crack!
And all the cocaine plants were growing from all the moons of the universe!!
Craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ck!!
And all the politicians opened their mouths and asses & elephants came running out their mouths!
Asses & elephants! Asses & elephants! Asses & elephants!
And we smeared Hiroshima & Nagasaki al over our naked bodies –
And strawberry pleasures happened!
For purple mountains of craaaack!
Oh crack! Oh craaack!!
God sheds his urine all over the US!!
And crown the woooppee with ding-dongy
All the crack be goin’ happy happy with pointing bazookas at the sun!
Happy female orgasm to all the birds in the sky!!
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Do not read this is you have a problem with naughty words! You have been warned!
Neon Vaginas for Sale!
A pOOoooEEEeeeem by Wolf “YYYiiipppzzzaa” Larsen!
Everyday your fruit-loops-roller-coster-personality
Be Bonging across the galaxy!
Because of the rocketships of wAshiNg-maShiNe-uP-&dOwn-vAgiNaS!!
And somewhere is the big mOuth swallowing up the galaxy!
Kiduppa-!-Faduppa-!-Fiiiiiiinggg!!
And blue sky itching & itching & itching!
ZZZyyyychhhooo!-!-! With masochistic strawberry!
Ever tipsy-toopsy with a lemOn-meReNgUe-mUSiCaL-univerSe?
It’s nipples for everybody!
Now zippy!
Yesterday ding-bop-luppy-booooppps!!!!
Because yesterday is made out of most talkative fish!
You & me be sexy polar bears!!
Dressed in the end of the poem!
Boooooooooooooooooooooooonnngggg!!!!
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
A video-poem by Wolf Larsen:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=giZ34mqZJGE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=giZ34mqZJGE
Bleeepphhh – Huuuurrruuunggaaa!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Yep! Flying brains everywhere!
Time to Beep beep! We’re pissing sunshine all over the sky & earth!
Love me?
Because my genital herpes are singing to you!
You herpes with the zip – lop – dop?
Herpes is beautiful!
Especially when you cocaine with all the zippy!
Cocaine & herpes & blow-up love dolls is
My bingy-zooey – zoo! You Titanic??
Especially with cars crashing into the Middle Ages!
Smokin’ some gothic architecture?
Sexy sexy blow-up dolls by the side of the highway! Naked!
Blueberry sex with mannequins!
Everybody now!
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Chaos for Breakfast
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The sky begins eating all of us
The world spins out of control
The people eat the sun
Our feet disappear
Our heads are floating out to sea
Our hands belong to someone else
Our genitals have stopped working
Our eyes cannot see
Our ears hear only a giant silent scream
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Warning: Do not read this if you have a problem with obscenity, are overly sensitive, or if you are very religious!
God and The Devil Shaking Hands Together
A poem by Wolf Larsen
A waterfall of Corona Beer falls over the human race
While Wolf Larsen dying on the cross laughs & laughs
And thousands of demons are jumping out of Wolf Larsen’s mouth as he laughs
While the sky collapses all over the screaming human race
And all the comedians stop laughing and start crying
Michelangelo begins sculpting gravestones
But the gravestones grow legs and begin dancing all over the planet
God puts on his sexiest French lingerie and smiles as he looks down upon humanity screaming
The Devil gets up from bed and puts his arm around god
The Virgin Mary also gets up from bed and puts a sexy robe around her naked body
Meanwhile the priests & preachers are leading the human race to the graveyards
And in the graveyards the human race watches
As the priests & preachers throw off their robes and preach naked in the cold wind
And then everyone begins digging their own graves
As the priests & preachers passionately kiss and touch each other’s naked bodies
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
a video-poem by Wolf "Satan" Larsen:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xbte86IIrgE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xbte86IIrgE
The Opera of the World Falling Apart
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Millions are dying and swiiiiirrrrling-uuuup to the big toilet bowl in heaven
While god & the devil are drinking and gambling together in the whorehouse
And everyone is coughing up fornicating-demons-&-angels into the air
While the graveyards are filled with the orgies of immaculate conception
And the birds are singing happy operas
To accompany the orchestra of ambulance sirens going to-&-fro
Others are getting on the elevator down to hell
As they laugh & sing & dance
And the two political parties of the grim reaper
(Both the one of asses and the other of elephants)
Get on the political pulpit and preach the baboon buttocks
Of red & white & blue nonsense…
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Warning: Do not read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious!
Corona or Heineken?
A poem by Wolf Larsen
So the Poet Wolf Larsen is sucking God's Big Dick
And God ejaculates Corona Beer into Wolf Larsen's mouth
And then Wolf Larsen begins having anal sex with The Lord
And Wolf Larsen ejaculates all the angels-&-devils-in-his-ballsack into the Lord’s Anus in Heaven
And the Virgin Mary is praying with a viBrAtoR-r-r-R and siiiiinging Verdi operas
And everybody from California is surfing around us in the sky
And all of the surfers are playing violins
And all of the devils & angels in the Lord's anus are singing as well
And then all of the angels & devils parachute out of the Lord’s Anus in Heaven
And they land inside of a giant painting being conducted by Penderecki the classical composer
While Ludwig Meidner begins painting psYchOtic pOrtraitS of the milliOns dYing frOm thE plaguE
And everyone in Hell becomes a swirling-mass-of-symphony-music
While all the Attila-the-Hun-clones in your brains
Pull out jackhammers and turn your head into a sado-masochistic symphony
And each breath becomes harder & harder to reach
As the Sun laughs and laughs at your approaching death
And you cough up endless little Grim Reapers out of your lungs
That flyyyyy-arrrrooounnd and infect others
As your chest tightens around your heart
And the emergency room is filled with billions of people all screaming
As both the Devil & God take you by the hand
And fly you up to the Grand Bar in heaven
Where you drink Corona with shots of tequila for all eternity
As the mariachi band plays the end of the poem
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Everyone Throwing Up Happiness All Over Each Other
A poem by Wolf Larsen
My head is falling so up
Everything inside of me is collapsing thousands of miles into the Earth
The silence yells at me
I don't know where my hands are
My testicles are full of cockroaches
My knees are made out of the dark sounds
My thoughts are minimalist gray canvases
My music is gunshots
I **** diarrhea all over the word happiness
My Eyes turn anyone who approaches into a corpse
I wake up dead every day
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
A Wolf Larsen poem-video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XC4fEKheSpQ&t=115s
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XC4fEKheSpQ&t=115s
100 Faces Laughing & Crying in the Mirror
a poem by Wolf Larsen
I chop my feet off and eat them
I chop off my penis and I eat that too
I jump off the planet Earth and I dive into the sun
I cut the sun up into pieces with my switchblade knife
Then I shoot the mirror full of bullet holes
I stab and stab the walls with my knife until I laugh
And I laugh like an eternal sadness
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Standing in Front of an Invisible Execution Squad Waiting to be Shot
a poem by Wolf Larsen
An empty Universe screams at me
While the streets are being eaten by all of our dreams
The dreams are turning into nightmares piled on top of each other
As we scream poetry at the graveyards
As we play music for the Dead
As We chop off our own heads and throw them at each other
And then we jump into our dogs’ anuses
Where we conduct our poetry readings
As invisible soldiers attack our bodies with invisible bullets
And the Sun screams with happiness
As We dig Graves into the sky
And the dead bodies floating in the sky
Urinate their poetry on the people walking below
But then everyone disappears
Into the big black hole of this poem
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen