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a Pile of Dead Bodies Reciting Poetry to Each Other
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I jump into your psychosis
You jump into my psychosis
Together we build a giant poem made out of schizophrenia
We build a giant schizophrenia with our gesturing hands
We erect giant schizophrenia with our sculptures
Symphonies of schizophrenia crashing all over the human race
Floods of human faces are eating through everyone's brains
As We erect giaNt-diSeaSed-sCulpTures with our hands
Our poems & symphonies are tidal waves of schizophrenia
Tidal waves of Madness walking through the hospital corridors
As all the sick-&-dying sing operas to a deaf god that is not listening
Only science can save us
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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The Wise Philosophers Inside My Testicles
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I grab Lake Michigan in my hand and I throw it into the universe
I pull psychosis out of my testicles and I throw the psychosis all over the planet Earth
I pull the human race off the planet Earth and I throw the human race up into the sky
I give the dogs & cats wings and now the dogs & cats are flying in all my poems
I create the sunlight with my orgasms
The rain falls from the sky whenever I cry
Because I am the Poet I slash god into pieces with my machete-pen
My words are a flood of insanity and sanity all crashing around each other
I pull the Sun out of the sky
And I throw the sun into Van Gogh's paintings
I take all of the Flesh of the human race and with the Flesh of the human race I create Paul Gauguin sculptures growing everywhere you look
Whenever you snort my phrases of poetry up your nose
You feel thousands of words pulsating inside of you
You feel the music crashing out of the walls everywhere
You feel the human race flooding out of ballsacks and into vaginas everywhere
As the drummer crashes everything we know into pieces
And then everyone lays down at the Poet's feet and dies
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Even Your Family & Friends are the Plague
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The sun laughs and laughs at me
I want to jump into the toilet
and swim through the pipes and become a fish in the ocean
I want to swallow the entire universe
And then I want to **** the entire universe into this poem
I want to stand on the street corner juggling sadness & happiness with my hands
As I smile and scream and expose my penis for all to see
Whenever I hear a symphony I hear the plague
Whenever I look at a painting I see the plague
Whenever I touch a sculpture I am touching the plague
The plague is looking at me wherever I go
I feel the plague touching my most intimate parts
I eat the plague - I breathe in the plague - I am becoming a walking talking plague
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Charles Manson & The Beach Boys Drinking Coronas Together and Singing Cease To Exist
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Everyone around me suddenly becomes ashes flying in the Wind
The wind then suddenly carries away all the planets into the Flames of the Sun
Then the sun explodes a giant female orgasm Across the Universe
And now all the space aliens throughout the Universe are licking & licking the giant female orgasm in the sky
The moon says how do you do?
I answer by grabbing a hammer and smashing the moon into pieces
Then all the fish swim out of my toilet bowl and run for political office
Then Uncle Sam & The Statue of Liberty jump out of my toilet bowl
And they jump into my head where they have anal sex for the next two thousand years
The Chicago Symphony Orchestra plays 2000 years of anal sex
Then the Chicago Symphony Orchestra plays the Black Plague
Meanwhile all the store mannequins are singing to the empty streets
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Friday Morning Erection with teN-thOuSaNd-hAndS
A poem by Wolf Larsen
You wake up in the morning to find that your entire family has been eaten by the dog
Meanwhile, the planet Earth is being swallowed by the Easter Bunny
That's when the President of your country announces that it is now illegal to have a face or eyes or a mouth
Meanwhile, everyone has dropped to their knees and begins worshipping Your Penis
They love to receive & swallow the white-gooey-Holy-Communion from Your Penis
Then the store mannequins have an armed rebellion and take over the empty streets
Meanwhile, vibrators & vaginas are singing Duets throughout the city
Also, everyone has lost their feet
The Ministry of Lost Feet declares a national emergency
So everybody jumps in their mother's vagina and hides in their mother's womb for the next 100 years
The Mayor of your city declares the 21st century to be illegal
So then the police all hand out tickets to everyone breathing
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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The Ministry of Lost Feet. I needed that. Thanks Wolf. Keep Well x
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Thank you Delta. I'm trying. You too, keep well.
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A Bedtime Story for Immaculate Conception Lovers
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The people are flying past me like comets & asteroids
The music dances with the universe
The universe dances with the poetry
The poetry jumps into your ballsack and then it explodes into the sheep you're ****ing
And now the sheep is pregnant with the Roman Empire
And then the Roman Empire explodes out of the sheep and conquers all the space aliens in the universe
And then Mother Teresa dresses in sexy-French-lingerie and arrives at your apartment late at night
And all night long you & Mother Teresa make thOuSaNdS-oF-erOtic-sCuLptuReS tOgether
And then everyone in all those Italian Renaissance paintings jump out into the real world and have orgies with each other
As the Afro-Brazilian drums play orgies-and-more-orgies-and-more-orgies
And the orgies & the music splash across the world
And now the ending of the poem is pregnant from a beautiful stranger
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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The Year of The Nightmare
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Each poem carries you further away into eternity
My poems are now written to the-rhythms-of-ambulance-sirens
The corpses now drift out of my poems
And the skyscrapers cry long rivers of bright paint
That flow & drip & splash into the poem
While the sky hurts
Then I dip my pen into your brains
And I write your brains flowing across the page
I write graffiti art across the page
Then I write graffiti art across the universe
And then I lay down in the blood flowing from the corpses of Millions
And I sleep inside of one of your dreams
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Springtime During the Plague
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Everyone sticks their heads into the toilet
And begins reciting poetry to the Gods
As endless ambulance sirens all scree-e-e-a-am a horror story together
Then huge tidal waves of despair & hopelessness begin crashing everywhere you look
As the whales swim out of the ocean and begin beaching themselves on other planets
And as endless multitudes die of the plague the capitalist politicians both liberal & conservative jump out of our anuses and sing endless excuses in a musical entitled “Blah! Blah Blah!”
And then the poem begins crawling all over your skin
While the sun in the sky grabs a hammer and begins crashing all the buildings into pieces
And you walk through the rubble of former cities screaming to all of the planets & suns & moons in the sky
And then you find yourself walking down a twisting-&-turning-hallway to your own execution
And the Son & The Father & the Holy Ghost are now all pointing their machine guns at you
And as you look at the machine guns pointed at you
You recite a poem for the last time
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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I am the Horniest Poet the World has ever Seen!
a poem by Wolf Larsen
I ejaculate my symphonies all over the world
I impregnate all of the space aliens with my poetry
I splish-and-splash my poetry all over the paintings
And the paintings are dripping with my wonderful psychosis
As I erect wonderful psychosis into one sculpture after another
Because I am the Conductor of a Worldwide-Orgy-of-Psychosis
And as I impregnate every living organism under the sun with my poetry
I scream poetry to the Mountains & the Sun & the Moon
And then everything crashes into pieces-&-musical-notes-&-splashes-of-paint
As I rip all of the suns & moons & planets out of the sky
And I throw them into my poetry
My words shoot down entire armies
And the women of the earth rip off their clothes and surrender to my poetry
And I the Poet & all the women of the Earth make one Great Immaculate Conception Symphony together
And 9 months later a human race of Poets are born
And with my mighty pen I slay all the babies that are not mine
With my mighty pen I castrate all the other men upon the Earth
And I replace the holy bible with my own Book of Sin
And as the human race reads my blasphemous bible called The Book of sin
The human race throws their naked bodies into a giant orgy of arts & literature & music
And then I grab the poem and I shove it up the *** of god
Because I am the Poet Wolf Larsen, I am the Almighty, I am the only Almighty
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Hard Hat, Sledgehammer, & Pen
a poem by Wolf Larsen
I take a wrecking ball to the sky
And I smash the sky into pieces
And then I take the broken pieces of the sky and I create a sculpture with it
I ejaculate my imagination all over the universe
I grab a sledgehammer and I smash Washington DC & Wall Street into pieces
And then all of the capitalist politicians both Democrat & Republican line up to suck my dick
And when I ejaculate graffiti art into their mouths they smile and swallow
Because my graffiti art is poetry
And my poetry is a sweet tasting vanilla
And then I grab my sword and I start slashing the universe into pieces
And with all of the broken pieces of the universe I build this poem
With screwdrivers & hammers & construction cranes I build this poem into an eternity falling up into the sky
And I create a new sky with my giant hands
And the sky breathes with my poetry
I am a Blue Collar Poet in a hard hat building a new tomorrow
I am a grave-digging Poet that will give the ruling class a nice long place to sleep 10 feet under
My poems speak of the coming revolution
The 1789 of the 21st Century
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Sunshine Music
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The Immaculate Conception choir
Is singing this poem to you
And all of the store mannequins in the windows are playing the violins
As the empty streets scream with sexual desire
And all of the flowers growing out of these words
Begin ejaculating poetry all over the human race
As the sunshine smiles from above
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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How I Became a Space Alien
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I write my symphonies with your blood
I rip your head off your body and I devour your head
I feed your castrated penis to all of the flying vaginas in the air
Then I jump inside your belly button and I land inside of a different universe
Then the symphony orchestra plays thousands of different universes
Meanwhile, I have given your feet away to somebody else
And your buttocks are being served up in a 4-star restaurant
Where the waiters are all pink flamingos
And the chefs all have televisions as heads
And while the patrons eat your buttocks
They are serenaded by Genghis Khan & Attila the Hun playing the violin
Meanwhile, somewhere east of the Moon
Giant trees with human heads as leaves
Are growing out of all of the rusting abandoned cars
Left behind by an extinct human race
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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I **** My Imagination into the Sky
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I stare with Wonder at all of the motorcycles in the sky
And then all of the skyscrapers grow legs and start walking towards me
I start running away from all of the skyscrapers
But then suddenly I'm swallowed by the Virgin Mary's vagina
So now I'm standing on stage on Broadway with my penis jumping out of my crotch
And my penis is reciting Shakespeare to an audience of cannibalistic Psychopaths
Who are all devouring each other while my penis performs Shakespeare on stage
And then one of the monsters riding motorcycles through the sky
Grabs me
And I find myself riding on a motorcycle into someone else's poem
And in the other poem Beethoven is conducting a Shakespearean-Rock-Opera
But all of the musicians & actors are devouring each other in a beautiful act of poetry - cannibalism
So The Shakespearean-Rock-Opera is cancelled
And Beethoven gets restless and becomes a member of the Hell's Angels motorcycle gang
And Beethoven rides his motorcycle into somebody else's imagination
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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The Title of this Poem was Eaten by a Bird
A poem by Wolf Larsen
My penis blasts off to the Moon
And millions of space aliens jump out of my penis and inhabit the Moon
Once on the moon all the space aliens build huge cities made out of talking vaginas
And all of the talking vaginas on the moon sing us exotic operas from outer space
And we dance like crack-smoking-zombies to all of the operas falling from the sky
And then we - all seven billion of us on Earth - all write a poem together
And our poem is a tidal wave crashing through the minds of space aliens
On millions of different planets
And then we all die of some happy plague while the jazz band plays the orgies of ancient Rome
And then the birds sing a big welcoming to Spring
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Cleopatra, Camels, & Space Aliens All Dancing to Disco Music Together
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Do you taste the sunlight?
Do you stick out your tongue and lick & lick the music?
Do your hand & your penis love singing duets together?
Do the space aliens talk to you through Beethoven symphonies?
Do the stars in your sky ejaculate huge imaginations all over you?
Does the empty page attack you with a glaring stare when you write?
Have your feet walked all over the world?
Do your feet yearn to walk all over the universe?
Is the sky a barrier to your imagination?
Do your arms long to embrace the space aliens with a sexual love?
Do the sheep in Montana call to your penis?
Do you want to conquer the human race with your pen?
Do you want to impregnate all the women on the planet Earth?
Do the colorful colors in your ballsack want to explode all over canvases?
Does the ending of the poem fill you with a yearning for more?
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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A Symphony of **** & Piss
a poem by Wolf Larsen
I want to crawl down into the sewers of the city
And sit in **** & piss and write poetry
Then I start hitting & hitting the blue sky with my fists
And then I smear all of this **** & piss across the page and create poetry
And then I create great symphonies with **** & piss
And the passing clouds scream their words at me
And then the motorcycles zoooom across the naked skin of the Earth
And his lips wrap around my **** like a tornado
And he sucks my dick to the rhythm of The Star-Spangled Banner
And then he swallows my red-white-and-blue patriotism
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Sex, Poetry, & Classical Music
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The poem jumps out of you
And the poem leaps across the landscape destroying everything in its path
And now the poem is throwing up a New World out of its guts
And words are flying across the landscape
And words are leaping off the planet Earth and becoming phrases of poetry zooming into outer space
And the space aliens eat the poetry and the space aliens become music
And the music is thrashing about in the universe
And the music is throwing planets & suns & moons this-way-&-that
And then everybody's penises blast off into this poem
And now billions of penises are flying this-way-&-that through this poem
And the billions of penises land in anuses that are in these phrases of poetry
And all the phrases of poetry are filled with anal sex
And now this poem is dripping in spermatozoa
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Poem with Air Raid Sirens
A poem by Wolf Larsen
First I eat out the vagina of the Mona Lisa in the Louvre
And the Mona Lisa begins singing an erotic Opera to all the tourists
And the tourists all suddenly become rocketships blasting off to your head
So Michelangelo takes a sledgehammer to your head
And all of the thousands-of-sculptures inside your head begin reciting poetry
To all of the spermatozoa swimming backwards in time
And now all of the Roman emperors are walking through the streets of Chicago
And all the Chicago skyscrapers are growing out of ancient Rome
Like magical mushrooms growing out of this poem
And this poem suddenly becomes a canvas of neoclassical sculptures & subway trains & romantic-era-symphonies & drive-by shootings
And now Caligula, Al Capone, & Donald Trump are in a speeding car with machine guns drawn
And they shoot down a gang of rival drug dealers on the street corner
And in the red light district a sexy Statue of Liberty in a mini skirt
Gets arrested by the police for selling her own body
And then Uncle Sam gets arrested by the police too for propositioning a hooker named Mary Magdalene
And then a roaring chainsaw cuts Chicago in half
And everyone goes home to their mother's womb
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Naked Women Jumping Out of Picasso Paintings and Seducing the Reader
a poem by Wolf Larsen
I'm flying over the universe
And the words are jumping around the campfire
While the buildings are running past us and into the countryside
And in the countryside the buildings are jumping on top of each other
And now all the naked people are jumping on top of each other and becoming a giant sexual sculpture
And the musicians are playing the giant sexual sculpture with their rampaging saxophones and waves of violins and blurting trombones
And now the cello plays like a flying dragon breathing fire
The conductor - who stands naked before the symphony orchestra - is none other than the Roman Emperor Nero
And now schizophrenia is happening
And it's a deLiciouS-raSpbeRry-sChiZophRenia
It's sunlight filled with the Earth's orgies
And the Earth's orgies run around-and-around the planet
As the saxophone plays a phrase of poetry rolling around-and-around the planet
And the freight trains are rolling past the screaming landscape
And 7 billion naked people on a giant testicle are revolving around the Sun
All singing the end of the poem together
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Warning: this poem may not be appropriate for more sensitive readers.
It's Time for 1789
a poem by Wolf Larsen
It's time to dance to revolution!
It's time for Guillotines Around the World to Sing their beautiful song!
It's time to eat those who eat caviar!
It's time to throw the capitalist politicians into the garbage trucks and haul them away!
It's time to put the CEO's that run the “health care” corporations on trial, and strap them into the electric chair!
It's time to go up to the penthouses and throw the bourgeois pigs out the windows!
It's time to build a giant bright future for our children on top of the graves of the ruling class!
It's time for the construction workers to be able to afford to live in the buildings that they’re building!
It's time for white workers & black workers & brown workers to love one another!
Marx & Engels & Lenin & Trotsky will be our gods!
The rats of Wall Street have built nothing!
Those who wear hard hats are the builders of civilization, and should be treated with respect!
The hungry of the world know that something must be done!
As the Lords of the Land demand the rent money from unemployed workers we know what must be done!
And while the four star generals get mountains of shiny new armaments, our grandparents die in neglected hospitals!
The rich are eating caviar while the workers of the world are looking at empty plates & empty refrigerators!
We know what must be done!
It’s time for 1789!
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Advance Permission is given to all for the reproduction of this poem, both on the internet and in physical form, as long as the text is not altered, and the intent of such publication is not hostile, and the author is given credit.
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All the Prostitutes in the Whorehouse Are Singing Opera Together
a poem by Wolf Larsen
A waterfall of Happiness is falling upon the human race
And the human race is dancing in all the happy venereal diseases falling from the Virgin Mary's Vagina in the sky
And now the sun is crashing through the sky
And the sun is wishing everyone a Happy death
And everyone begins talking to each other in the architecture of venereal diseases
And the painters are painting the canvases with the drooling-dripping-happiness of venereal diseases
And then everyone is sucked up into the anus of God
And inside of God’s Anus everyone gets on their knees and prays to poetry
And everyone is digging their graves inside of God's anus
And everyone begins carving poetry into their gravestones
And before they lay down to rest for forever
Everyone watches a movie together about abstract expressionism ****ing surrealism up the *** in a New York City bathhouse in the 1970s
And now all of the painters are painting in New York City bathhouses in the 1970s
They're painting bEauTifuL-naKed-meN across the New York City skyline
And all of the composers are composing Symphonies of vagiNas-&-anUses-&-niPples-&-pEnises-&-mOuths
And Pablo Picasso is dug up from the grave and elected artistic director of the planet Earth
And all the women of the planet disrobe and pose naked for Pablo Picasso's erotic mural that he paints on the blue sky around-and-around-the-Earth
And then Wolf Larsen's giant-flying-penis crashes into the planet Earth from outer space
And everything shatters into words
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Bach’s Moonlight Serenade for a Drive-By Shooting
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I Jump out of you
While the butterflies all fly out of your penis
And then the nuclear submarines in the sky say hello
While millions of your heads are growing inside of my head
And giant sculptures of your penis start growing inside of art museums everywhere
Because all you can do is scream with Art
And the clouds at your feet
And the millions of devils flowing by over your head
Is the orgy of your brains splattered all over the universe
Because you are dying and becoming a living-breathing-painting
Because you are dying and becoming the Symphony-of-Joy playing on planets throughout the universe
And the poem tiptoes out of your dying body
And the poem walks away into eternity...
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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You Aim a Bazooka at the Moon
a poem by Wolf Larsen
The moon crashes into the symphony
The symphony splashes across the mountains & valleys inside your mind
The stars slash through the sky
The birds sing psychosis-&-neurosis all night long
The ceiling drips the plague all over you
You jump up and begin punching God over-&-over-again
You masturbate pornographic art pieces all over the museums
You jump across time and space
And you land inside your mother's vagina
Then your mother has a tremendous-female-orgasm and the blue sky splashes out of her pussy hole
And now you're falling through the blue sky
And you fall millions of miles through your grave
And you land in bed naked beside the Devil in hell
And the Devil puts his arm around you
And the Devil begins passionately kissing you
And the Devil's erect Phallus becomes the most delicious pen in your mouth
And as you swallow the Devil's poetry
You taste the delicious end of the poem
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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A Geriatric Porn Movie Starring Donald Trump & Joe Biden
a poem by Wolf Larsen
Somewhere south of the poem
Is the region of naughty words
Where Byzantine art & Andy Warhol clones make Immaculate Conception together
Under the holy ballsack of William Shakespeare
During the religious ceremonies of Montana sheep ****ing
To The rhythms of 3 sex robots in bed with your wife
In the Symphony of Sex Robot Abstract Expressionism
While the moon be screaming mandolin opera
At all of the drive-by shooting orchestras being conducted by a naked Beethoven
In the Crashing Sky Auditorium where all the neoclassical sculptures smoke crack with the 45 presidents
As the American bombs fall up into the blue sky
The Blue Sky that's dripping across the universe
While Uncle Sam jumps out of God's penis in heaven
And Uncle Sam announces that World War 3 is ready...
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Your Mother with a Beautiful Stranger Creating You
a poem by Wolf Larsen
I pull all the corpses out of the ground
And I throw the corpses into this poem
The corpses all jump out of this poem and shake the hand of the reader
The reader jumps out naked into the snow and begins dancing like a lightning bolt
Lightning bolts suddenly jump out of everyone's hands
And all the lightning bolts fly up into the sky
And God is struck down with lightning
Then I fling the dust of the dead god all over the Moon
And luscious flowers grow out of the Moon in a big colorful schizophrenia
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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The Orchestra of Sexual Desire
a poem by Wolf Larsen
The violins play your mother running naked through the streets
The sky jumps all over your naked mother and makes love to her
The French horn & tuba & trumpet play volcanoes running amok everywhere
The timpani drums play all the earthquakes inside your head
The cello plays your naked father running through the streets after your naked mother
The french horn & tuba & trumpet play all of the restless madmen in your father's ballsack
The timpani drums play your father's heartbeat going boom-boom-boom
The saxophone plays your mother's breasts & nipples going happy
The clarinet laughs and kisses your mother
Your naked sister runs out into the street and throws herself at the Moon
Your naked wife begins dancing on the street corner with the violins
The French horn & tuba & trumpet play tidal waves of sexual desire splashing across all the continents
The harp plays your post-orgasmic bliss floating you up to heaven...
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Music for a Pandemic
a poem by Wolf Larsen
I play psychosis with the saxophone
The cymbals clash the continents together
The world falls into thousands of heads
While the music has too many lips
The clarinet is playing too many long rivers
All the wild beasts jump into the music
While the violins play pandemic after pandemic
The saxophone plays hundreds of naked women surrounding you
The piano is searching for the Middle Ages
The harp is playing that somewhere that you’re always searching for
But can never find
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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The Symphony of Happiness & Death
A poem by Wolf Larsen
10,000 giant penises in front of you
Are playing the violin
While 6,000 giant vaginas on the ceiling
Are playing cellos & double bases
While 5,000 clones of Charles Manson in your testicles
Are all playing the harp
And Joe Biden & Donald Trump are playing the timpani drums together
While all the members of Congress both Democrat & Republican
Are playing oral skills for the corporate lobbyists
And the clarinet player is swimming up your vagina
While the trombone player is flying out of your penis
And the tuba player is jumping up-&-down inside your head
While you lay in the hospital dying...
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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A Giant Love Machine of STDs
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I itch with you
You are my musical syphilis
I create art with your genitals
I breathe with your sickness
I sing with your mental illness
I make peace with your violence
I paint your face on this page
I take your words and turn them into operas
I take your emotions and turn them into plays
I take your death and turn it into comedy
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Tongue & Pussy & Abstract Canvas
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I fill you full of my poems
The same way your lover fills you full of semen
And when I eat at your cave full of Art Nouveau deliciousness
Huge waterfalls of words pour out
And the huge waterfalls of words pour all over the page
And create poetry & symphonies & beautiful insanities
That the space aliens all lick up with their tongues
And the porn actors & actresses that jump out of the flying belly buttons
All announce a giant final orgasm of the human race
Before the mushroom clouds & diseases turn the world into a great emptiness
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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A Ménage-a-Trois of 3 Clarinets
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The first clarinet jumped around the universe
In a circle, and ended up in bed with a naked Virgin Mary
The second clarinet is playing a blue paintbrush
Dashing & dripping & splashing all over the sky
While the third clarinet stands over the naked Virgin Mary
And paints her naked beauty
In one canvas after another
While the first clarinet jumps out of bed and plays millions of faces
All pouring out of your mind
And the second clarinet plays an auTomObiLe-aSsEmblY-liNe
While the third clarinet stands in the middle of the Renaissance
And plays verbs & nouns making love to each other
While the first clarinet plays the 20th century making love to ancient Rome
And then the three clarinets together play
A wrecking ball smashing the poem into pieces
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Cannibalism! It’s Not Just for Breakfast Anymore!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
A volcano jumps out of me
And swords are flying out of my eyes
While Attila the Hun & his army on flying skateboards
Invade your wife’s bedroom
As she impatiently waits in a sexy nightgown
And thousands of giant penises are flying out of the sun at the planet Earth
Then the moon with its giant tongue starts licking & licking the planet Earth
And Saturn’s rings go crashing into your head
And your head explodes across the universe
While your penis shoots photon torpedoes at the Klingons
Then everyone’s eyeballs jump out of their heads
And fly off into somebody else’s dreams
And now 8 billions of peoples crawl & crawl all over the planet Earth blindly
Searching for God’s testicles
To lead them into heaven. .
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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A Musical Canvas of Madness
By the Wolf Larsen String Quartet
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The violin & viola paint the canvas blue & green
And blue-&-green splaaaash out of the canvas
And create a blue & green planet seen from outer space
By an astronaut floating in all of the beautiful-black-diarrhea surrounding the planet Earth
And then the cello & double bass play Donald Trump & Joe Biden having an anal sex orgy together in something called the presidential elections
And the violin & viola circle around-and-around the cello & double bass
And the universe flies around-and-around and up-&-down
As the string quartet plays planets bashing into each other
And suns exploding
And asteroids & comets crashing into planets
And then the string quartet plays an artist throwing & splashing paint
Across-the-canvas & across-the-world & across-the-universe
And the painter paints the universe
As the string quartet plays the paint being thrown this way-&-that
And then the double base draws its last breath...
While the cello plays the poem dancing away.....
And the viola plays the darkness strangling the earth...
And the violin plays the Poet walking away to take a piss...
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Mozart Composing Music in a Whorehouse
A poem by Wolf Larsen
A river of German beer flows over the sky in Brazil
While Dutch Harbor Alaska hits heaven over & over again with its fists
Then Venice Italy dances through Chicago
While New York City ejaculates subway trains all over France
Then all of Russia belches
And all the Chinese people suddenly wake up on the moon
And everybody in India is running back-and-forth inside a symphony
And the musicians play the people running-and-forth who are the notes in the symphony
And then we paint the symphony all over the canvas
While the river of German beer drowns everybody in Chicago
And Dutch Harbor Alaska crashes into the planet of Mars
Then New York City is stolen by a bunch of space aliens
So New York City is on another planet now
But what does that have to do with scratching my balls?
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Warning: do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.
Sir George Solte Conducting a Line of Cocaine Around-and-Around the Moon...!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Right now I’m having a menage-a-trois with first ladies Melania Trump & Michelle Obama
And suddenly a giant penis is crashing through the wall!
And as Melania Trump sits on my face, she suddenly has the face of James Brown!
And James Brown’s face is singing,
“I feel good!”
And Michelle Obama as she rides my pen-phallus suddenly has the face of
Captain James T Kirk of the USS enterprise on Star Trek!
And the face of James T Kirk is screaming the Pledge of Allegiance
And now all the Klingons are running into the room with their musical instruments
And the Klingons start killing everybody with contemporary art
And now my naked parents are jumping into bed with us
And my parents are now conceiving me, even though I was already born 50 years ago!
And that’s when the reader walks into the room and starts eating everybody
Yummy!
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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A Naked Wolf Larsen Conducting the New York Philharmonic
In the Symphony of Mass Rebellion in C Major
A poem by Wolf Larsen
All the mayors of New York City both past & present are parading naked through the streets playing the tuba
And the Statue of Liberty rips off her clothes and starts playing the trombone
While everyone on the New York Subway sings a chorus of low wages & a high cost of living together
And the people marching through the streets are chanting: “EAT THE RICH!”
While the rich in their penthouses pull out their little wee-wees and make trickle-down upon the people below
And all of the gargoyles on the sides-of-buildings play the trumpets
While naked angels frolicking in the whorehouses play the harp
And the capitalist politicians in City Hall sing their lies to the people
And the people start chanting: “EAT THE CAPITALIST POLITICIANS!”
And Richard Pryor gets up from his throne in heaven and yells out jokes to humanity below
And all of humanity laughs and laughs
As the workers set up guillotines in Washington DC & Wall Street
And the bourgeoisie & capitalist politicians have a final going-away party of cocaine & caviar & call girls
As the soldiers line the four-star generals & war profiteers against the walls and
The bullets sing the song of liberation
While the workers dance through the streets
With the heads of the bourgeoisie on pikes
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Advance permission is given for the reproduction of this poem both in physical form and on the Internet, as long as the text is not edited, the author is given credit, and the intent of such publication is not hostile.
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Warning:do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.
The Symphony of Jackson Pollock Paintings
A poem by Wolf Larsen
While I write this symphony of swirling penises & giant-flying-anuses
Everyone across the earth is engaged in immaculate conception rituals
In worship of the beautiful fertility goddess in the sky
Then the space aliens come and make immaculate conception with all the sheep in Montana
And the Statue of Liberty spontaneously changes into a huge Woody Allen holding
An even huger phallus presiding over the Hudson Bay
And Woody Allen’s huge phallus is ejaculating funny film dialogue all over Manhattan
While the clouds passing overhead are laughing and laughing
And all the corpses in the graveyard are laughing and laughing
And everyone dying in the hospitals is laughing and laughing
As the ending of the poem laughs and laughs
And the reader is suddenly swallowed by a little goldfish
That jumps out of a bowl that’s inside of Wolf Larsen’s head
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Warning: do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.
Concerto for a Wet Dream
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I’m dancing my brains around the symphony
My thoughts & my spermatozoa are dancing together
My ballsack & my brains are becoming a gigantic one together!
My bellybutton is swallowing the universe
My feet are walking upon thousands of planets
The violins are playing my thoughts racing-back-and-forth
The horns are playing spermatozoa frothing & jumping & running everywhere
And the saxophone plays the mighty female orgasm
While the flute plays the world floating away...
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
