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If the Mayor Don’t Like Me Peeing on a Tree Than She Can Open Her Mouth!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The elevator just asked me: “Are you having trouble making your monthly payment?”
So I punched the elevator
And now I’m walking around in a maze of screaming artificial intelligence voices
With my brass knuckles doing lots of verbs to everything
And now every day my two-legged gargoyle on roller skates
Serves me the decapitated head of some bourgeois CEO of Artificial Intelligence Inc.
It’s not as delicious as dog
But it still makes me as happy as a squirrel getting his nut
As he ejaculates “insurrection” all over the whorehouse on Capitol Hill
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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10 Million Wolf Larsens Crawling All Over the President’s Pubic Hairs
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I run out into the street naked
Screaming millions of gargoyles flying out of my mouth
And then the street disappears
And I’m floating around in some children’s painting
And then the Chicago Police Department
Pull out their guns and fill me full of abstract expressionism
And now I’m in some children’s painting pissing abstract expressionism all over the Chicago Police Department
So the Mayor calls in the National Guard
But all the national guardsmen start laughing & laughing at the police dripping in abstract expressionism
And then the national guardsmen get hungry
And they eat the mayor & the police & the rich
And then the national guardsmen have to take a ****
Guess what happens next?
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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300 Million Americans All Ejaculating All Over the 3 Branches of Government!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
What do I care if the President is a skinny *** donkey or a fat elephant?
I just want to piss my poetry all over Washington DC!
What do I care if I live in a liberal or conservative police state?
I just want to paint naked bodies all over the 3 branches of government!
I want to paint naked bodies all over heaven & hell
In all of the art styles ever invented
And I want to ejaculate NEW art movements all over the faces of all the donkey asses & elephants as well
So join me in ejaculating your art & poetry all over the faces
Of all the donkey asses & elephants of America
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dx-x...nel=WolfLarsen
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1970s Butt ****ing Joy on Capitol Hill
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I’m disco dancing with all the space aliens that jumped out of everybody’s balls
Because Saturday night is dripping off of everything
And all our venereal diseases want to have fun
At that whorehouse on Capitol Hill
Where all the donkeys & elephants in sexy lingerie
Are making extraterrestrial communications with the Transvestite Founding Fathers of 1787
And the Transvestite Founding Fathers are giving blow jobs to the Fortune 500 executives
As the mountains of money
And herpes
Are traded
At the Capitol Hill Whorehouse Jubilee
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Please God, Ejaculate Your Happiness All Over Me
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I want to be so happy!
I want to be as happy as a zebra flying around & around your head
As a symphony orchestra plays your emotions jumping up & down
Like 10,000 monkeys smoking crack on the moon together
While the clouds of the blue sky
Float out of the vagina in a painting
Being created by the colors spurting out of my penis
Because Mother Teresa won’t swallow
When she blows me
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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The Music Is Tornadoes & Sunsets
A poem by Wolf Larsen
All of our brains are on fire
As we swim around our fathers’ Balzacs searching for the meaning of life
Because the universe is a great big wet pussy
So why not eat the 4-legged space aliens that go “woof! woof”?
And invite a stranger into your wife’s bed?
And now millions of Pablo Picassos are all swimming in your wife’s vagina
And swimming & swimming towards billions of suns in the universe
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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I Am Symphonies
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I write poetry with brass knuckles
All my flying words are bullets
All my illegitimate children cry out my poetry when they’re born
I laugh while I filet men & fish alike
But I prefer to eat fish & pussy
I am a 2 legged Wolf
I devour my enemies
And I **** my enemies all over all the planets
And flowers & poetry grow out of my ****
And the flowers & poetry grow into symphonies
All over the universe
And now space aliens everywhere
Dance to the symphonies
Of Wolf
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y9gH_0R-DYY&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
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Q-Wolf (Introduction to a Theory)
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Humans are really extraterrestrial ballet dancers that eat music
After eating music we **** poetry onto huge conveyors in poetry factories
Then our brains are shipped to different planets via flying shoes
And this causes the spermatozoa to swim around in our balls
Then every Wednesday, a new President of the Holy Order of Diarrhea
Orders all the puppies of puppydom to become the delicious adjectives
That make all the words at the end of this poem drool & drool
With all of the colors of the rainbow
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Do Penis to the Music
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The music jumps you from here to there
The music runs tornadoes around & around you
So you kiss all the tornadoes that ever happened
As a thousand chicks with dicks come home with you
And the rolling-rolling-rolling assembly lines all sing your songs
As you jump back from there to here
Do you have enough hellos?
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Smiles & Death & Cherries
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I dig into the earth and I throw a thousand corpses into the poem
Then I murder you all with words
And happy rainbows shoot out of all your corpses
Then I devour all your corpses as Charlie Chaplin & Josephine Baker dance around me
And now Josephine Baker & I procreate a bunch of Art Nouveau together
And as we **** like a Vietnam War together next to your corpse
You sing us a Star-Spangled Banner of herpes happiness
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Symphony No. 1 with Bullets
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Brahms & Beethoven are flying & flying around each other
And the tornadoes fly out of the music and attack the universe
And a million transvestite space aliens running for President of the USA
Are dancing & dancing to Elvis Presley playing Russian roulette with Igor Stravinsky
As Wassily Kandinsky & Arnold Schonberg paint a symphony of fauvist colors together
And all the birds go insane with color & music
And crash into the ending of the poem
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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10,000 Violins Playing Insomnia
A poem by Wolf Larsen
All the torpedoes are shooting out of this poem
All the insomniacs begin beating & beating on the night sky
Then all the insomniacs begin pulling their brains out of their heads
And splattering their brains on the pavement
As they’re screaming paintings at each other
Then the sky crashes into Cubist pieces
And the Poet picks all the pieces of the sky off the ground
And creates a mammoth Cubist sculpture with it
And now all the insomniacs are vomiting the ending of the poem all over you
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oy8AT_NCn7g&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
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The Religion of the Poet’s Penis
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The grandiose temples built in homage to the Poet’s Penis
Stretch across the world in an architectural orgasm
That blesses the two universes of eyes in our heads
With a beauty that only the space aliens can understand
Because Wolf Larsen is a space alien
And His words that jump & play & dance from poetry to symphonies to poems
Are made out of the Great Poet’s Spermatozoa
Which is why Wolf Larsen’s testicles have been declared a world heritage site
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Playing Russian Roulette With a Robot
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The robots are together digging our mass graves
The mass graves where the human race shall sleep forever
Including our children
Artificial intelligence is a giant hand that will strangle each & every one of us
Artificial intelligence is an execution squad
That will line the entire human race against the wall
The more power we give this artificial intelligence
The more we are putting a loaded gun to our heads
Imagine all the billions of people on this planet
Simultaneously putting a gun to their own heads
And pulling the trigger
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Advance permission is given to all to share this poem, in both Internet & physical form, as long as credit is given to its author, the poem is not altered or edited in any manner, and the intent of such publication is not hostile.
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A Portrait of Anal Sex Love
Painted by Wolf Larsen
His booty hole is an entrance to an art heaven in the sky
His eyes are like two planets revolving & revolving around each other
That is, his eyes are two planets of billions & billions of naked people all fornicating & fornicating
His smile is the medieval ages & the Italian Renaissance creating erotic art together
I watch him with my lust drilling down the walls in bright reds & blues & yellows & pinks
And right now, every Artist in the world is painting his face with all the happy colors in my balls
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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A Painter With Only Words
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I just want to create endless universes in the canvases of your minds
I want to make your everything grow with endless you bursting inside of you
I am a tidal wave of symphonies headed towards you
I am all the tongues of the world inside the painting between your legs
And so you throw open your legs to rock & classical & the Poet’s Spermatozoa
Because you want the next generation of gods
To be milking at your breasts while you’re frying eggs
In front of the sunrise of poetry growing yet again
In your tummy
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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I Inhale All the Readers Up My Nose!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
We’re dancing like the mushroom clouds are already here
We’re dancing like artificial intelligence has already conquered us
We’re dancing inside of some canvas being painted by the Poet
Because all you readers were swimming in the Poet’s maze of spermatozoa
9 months before all the canvases of the world
Were painted with the Poet’s colorful spermatozoa
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-sS6F4GXkz8&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
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I Am a Jewish Carpenter of Words
A poem by Wolf Larsen
First I start chopping & cutting & shaping the words with a chainsaw
Then I tie the words to the stars with some rope
Then I attach an outboard motor to one of the stars
And I start moving the stars & the words down the Chicago River
Until we reach Paris
Where I sprinkle Impressionism all over the poem
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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The Heavenly Palace of Happiness
A poem by Wolf Larsen
In a glorious whorehouse in heaven
Gothic penises & pussies decorate the walls with heavenly joy
And Michelangelo is painting the ceiling with the delights of the flesh
And beautiful naked Poets sing the joys of immaculate conception
While the women of all races are breathing statues of beauty
And the beds are made of flowers
And the musicians play decadent symphonies of moans
As the naked bodies create a moving mosaic of flesh
In the Palace of Happiness
In Heaven
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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My Penis is Laughing
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Only the gods in our Balzacs can understand Wolf Larsen’s poetry
Only our rising erections can understand the meaning of life
Only our feet up the asses of the capitalist politicians will bring world peace
Her voice creates a phrase of poetry that sings our happiness into the sky
Her giant vagina speaking to us from the clouds
Is the sweetness of the female orgasm upon our lips
And when she swallows the Dadaist collages from our Balzacs
All the transvestite Attila the Huns in our heads
Will jump out of our ears
And conquer the earth & the heavens for all the penguins in Antarctica
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Flute & Drum Playing Swiss Cheese Together
A poem by Wolf Larsen
It’s space alien hieroglyphics swirling-&-flying around you
It’s all the buildings jumping around you
As you walk your dog through the Milky Way Galaxy
Phrases of poetry are constantly jumping out of all the stars
As all the space aliens make love around you
And then the flute dances you back to earth
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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The Crazy Parade
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Skyscrapers are running around naked
And people & dinosaurs & kangaroos are jumping out of the music
And the music is bright colors & violent verbs & naughty nouns
And the space aliens & sex robots are dancing to the music
And God is making a pornographic movie with the Virgin Mary
And God wins an Oscar Award for his studly performance
And all the penguins in Antarctica are applauding & applauding
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OhyUFU4SCv4&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
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You’re Walking East & West At the Same Time
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Huge collages suddenly grow & grow everywhere you look
And then the music crashes through all the collages
And the music jumps through millions of pussies
And the music becomes a maze of Byzantium art
And the reader walks around in this maze of Byzantium phrases of poetry growing in all directions
And then the reader chops himself in half
And the reader walks East & West at the same time
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Canvas of Dog & Human Blood, Feces, Cum, & Paint
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I’m not a liberal
I’m not a conservative
I’m a cannibal
People taste as delicious as symphonies
People are as delicious as sex
People are as delicious as puppy
(I lie, puppy is more delicious!)
Even the puppy that ate the puppy with me agreed
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Sunday Morning, Studio Apartment, Empty Beer Cans Everywhere
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I live in a universe made out of buildings
Phrases of poetry are growing everywhere
The space alien orgies inside our heads
Are always singing a chorus of Italian Renaissance hamburgers
To the endless dancing Ronald McDonald clones
Parading down the street
And into the big vagina at the end of the universe
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Of Course I’m High!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The most beautiful temples of cannibalism
Are growing on all the planets!
Cannibalism is a delicious heaven waiting for us!
Because cannibalism is a symphony!
The Symphony of Cannibalism!
The canvases of cannibalism, made with bodily fluids
Are like a gastronomical cubism
The culinary arts of cannibalism
Are calling you!
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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The Happy is You
A poem by Wolf Larsen
All the shoes in your apartment jump up and start dancing to the music
The clarinet is splashing happy everywhere
The violins are flying this way and that
The ukulele is laughing and laughing
And a poem smiles upon the reader
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aH1URnyU7h0&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
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Fernand Leger Painting Words on a Page
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The semen of the saints washes us with beautiful sins
And erotic murals of human flesh on building walls
Is the music of paint & nudity & art
Splashing all over the world
And the fertile earth receives the art of flesh & nudity with open legs
And now giant sculptures of nipples & booties & breasts are growing everywhere
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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The Italian Renaissance on the South Side of Chicago
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I am the spawn of generations of evil on both sides of the Atlantic and beyond
I am a French Jewish Irish Catholic Viking - yes!
And I am still part pagan & Neanderthal!
As part Neanderthal & part Homo sapiens I am two! I am not one!
And I will castrate all the men on the planet on the night I proclaim Myself the New God
My Sperm shall be the only word
And your chopped up tongues & testicles with a baked potato is...
Well, as delicious as a Picasso!
You know why your dog is missing, don’t you?
He was as delicious as the Italian Renaissance
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Skyscrapers of Marijuana Growing Out of Bottles of Beer
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I be the most invisible mother****er you’ve ever seen!
I eat art & literature out of all your booty holes!
Picasso & I be having sex together in the Louvre & Musee d’Orsay & the public toilet
And now the human race dances to Jackson Pollock as I ejaculate my poetry all over everybody’s naked bodies
And we conquered them sheep****ers in 1066 and we thrust our sword straight into the testicles of England
And we enjoyed it
But we enjoyed even more ejaculating French into the wonderful universe of English wives & daughters
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Our Penises Are Crashing into Earth from Outer Space & Now Volcanoes Are Erupting All Over the World!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
So I’m walking inside your brains
And you’re walking inside my brains
We’re both sailing down a river of beer together
It's a river of beer flowing through a forest of marijuana
The music is an electrical guitar penis
****ing the world up the ***
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7hsyfwM_Nvg&t=3s&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
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Wolf Larsen Blowing Frosty the Snowman
A poem by Wolf Larsen
So I’m ejaculating a winter storm all over the North American continent
And everybody’s ejaculating poetry all over the pages
And God is ejaculating life all over the earth
And God’s tits suddenly begin spewing rivers & waterfalls everywhere
And God’s gay buttocks are dancing from Eastern to Western Hemisphere and back again
And the winter storm is carrying away all the people & buildings & cars
Into the big black song of outer space
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Dinner with a Wolf
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The irresistible cannibalism of your smile
All the eternal orgies of your happy hands
And your eyes of jazz music
With your one blue eye rolling around-&-around the Western Hemisphere
And your brown eye looking out over the Eastern Hemisphere
As we sit together in this candlelight dinner
Of human limbs on our plates
Your voice is the most soothing music of green valleys & snowy mountains
And our sexual genitalia are as excited as a jazz solo
Tonight, we’ll fornicate a beautiful canvas together
On a bed of human screams
I’ll open my legs
And you can penetrate me with your World War III
And ejaculate all your monsters into me
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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A Wolf Dancing Naked in All the Gardens of the World
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I am a French Viking
From the South Side of Chicago & Alaska & 50 other places
I filleted fish and I could filet you
But I would prefer to be dancing naked in the Garden of Eden
I’m a Jewish French Viking
All my words spurt out of my kosher meat like the greatest cognac you’ve ever tasted
I’m an Irish Catholic Jewish French Viking
My fists could punch the meaning of life into you
But I would prefer to dance naked on the street corner
And the bizarre maze of self-imposed Byzantian bureaucracy regarding me drinking a beer?
Did the Spanish-French Jew bring that love affair of alcohol over to the New World?
The Viking in me is a sword through your gut (if I have to)
And then I’ll do things to you after your death that you’ll be glad you are dead
But I would prefer not to chop your head off, slice open your belly, and pull out all your body organs
Because I’m a nice guy!
So why not leave me alone?
When I’m dancing naked in the park or on the subway train or on the street corner
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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The Song of the Carnivore
A poem by Wolf Larsen
This poem is mooing and oinking-&-oinking-&-oinking with the musical sounds of animals
This poem is covered with blood as the knife slashes the animals into a beautiful collage of slaughter
Of animal carcasses hanging from the roof of the poem
And this phrase of poetry is a moving-moving processing line of animal carcasses
And this phrase of poetry is the highway
Where the 18 wheeler freezer trucks carry all the delicious verbs & adjectives & nouns
To the supermarket and our kitchens where the meat calls to our mouths like a prayer of yummy-yummy-yummy
And the animals mooing & oinking & oinking & oinking in the frying pans
Is a delicious symphony to our ears
With the spices of poetry thrown in
And onto our plates with the happiness of aromas reaching our noses
And our mouths salivating with a glorious carnivorous desire
The first taste is like heaven
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Sonata for Sex with a Stranger
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Your pussy tastes like cannibalism
The flute is kissing down your thighs toward your feet
And the violins are making the world go round & round
And the trumpet is throwing kisses all over your face
And now the saxophone stands up
And the saxophone starts painting art in all the caves of the world
And as the saxophone plays you’re dancing in fields of flowers
As the tongue of the sun kisses you all over
And now the drums play earthquakes
As waves of rivers from the Female Orgasm Goddess begin bursting forth
And now you’re laying in the sun’s rays looking up at the blue sky
And the happy words of clouds are flowing above in joy
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs poetry on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NkrSDyX5AaY&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
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The Statue of Liberty Sitting on Wolf Larsen’s Face
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I grab a chainsaw and I cut up the Italian Renaissance
Into a postmOdern-poRnOgraPhic-sCuLptuRe
And then I parade the Italian Renaissance through the trailer parks of America
And then everybody in the trailer parks of America ****s the Italian Renaissance up the ***
As the Demopublican & Republicrat politicians of America make speeches as they stand inside of big boiling pots
And then all the American people say grace and praise Satan
As they sit down to a delicious bipartisan dinner of Demopublicans & Republicrats
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Hi! I’m an Orangutan! I mean Homo Sapiens!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Splashing down Mount Everest
Is the female orgasm
And in the spring
Symphonies & poetry grows
All over the city
And then the man’s Spermatozoa
Creates the Big Bang!
Which grows inside the galaxy of your mama’s tummy
Until the symphony 9 months later
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Poetry is Insanity, Insanity is Poetry
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I stack millions of brains on top of each other to create the poem
I **** the poem with thousands of languages
The words dance out of the poem and into your brains and out of your ears and up into the sky
Then everybody’s thoughts fly up past the sky and into the universe
We all jump from the floating scrotum called the planet Earth
And into the big orgy of poetry
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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Another Winter of Death Painting Everything Black
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I was writing poetry with too many heads
And now each line of poetry is thousands of hearts beating
And the cold winds are carrying my death everywhere
And endless doors are opening & closing in each poem
And all the doors lead into other else’s imagination
And now wave after wave of memories of millions of people are drowning you
So you grab ahold of the sky
And you pull yourself up into heaven
Where God is waiting for you with his humongous Boner
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
