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It’s the First of the Month! Why Not Eat Your Landlord?
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Cannibalism!
As the world sits down to dinner to eat their landlords,
The violins & cellos & double bases all weave
The continents together into an international celebration of cannibalism!
The oboes & clarinets & flutes play the International Symphony of Cannibalism!
As 7 billion mouths open to swallow their landlords!
And the symphony chorus sings: “eeeaaaaatt yooouuurrr laaandloooorrrrd!!!”
And the conductor conducts everyone on seven continents in the Grand Feast
As the piano lurches & seethes with teeth across the world gnashing on the flesh of landlords
While the harp plays the satisfying joy of the landlords in our stomachs
And the clarinet laughs with the landlords in our stomachs
And the French horn plays the journey of the landlords from our stomachs to our colons
And the tuba plays the landlords plopping from our anuses into the toilets
And the trumpets & trombones play the toilets flushing
And the harp plays the journey of the landlords out to sea...

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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The Symphony of 10,000 Ejaculations
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Last night I ejaculated the heavens into my favorite sheep
And then my favorite sexy sheep conducted the Immaculate Conception Orchestra
In the playing of Attila the Hun’s musical masterpiece:
“10,000 Sex Robots on a Blue and Green Canvas”
And the audience rioted on all of the planets
While the violin players all had “sexual misconduct” with each other
Under the screaming moon in the sky
While the oboe & flutes & clarinet played the most beautiful-colorful-cannibalism
And there were millions of sailboats sailing above the sky of the Symphony Orchestra building
And nobody could find their genitalia
Because everybody’s genitalia was growing out of the poems
Written by space aliens
Who live in the jars of peanut butter & jelly
In your kitchen cabinet
And your kitchen cabinet suddenly jumps up
And runs out of the poem...

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Painting Red White & Blue Ejaculations All Over a Canvas
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Thousands of words jump out of the page and grab you
Then thousands of more words splash out of the page in a giant female orgasm
Then a huge vagina forms in the middle of the page and you jump in
And you’re swimming through the huge vagina and suddenly you find yourself in
The head of Ludwig Beethoven
And a huge octopus inside the head of Ludwig Beethoven
Is trying to grab you and have sex with you
But you escape by swimming through Ludwig Beethoven’s ears
And now you’re swimming through the black universe
Lost...
You’re totally lost...
What happened to the planet Earth?

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Jesus Christ & The Cocaine Import Agency Live in Wolf Larsen's Studio Apartment
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Amadeus Mozart jumps out of my wife’s pussy
And then all of European aristocracy jumps out of my wife’s pussy as well
Andy Warhol then jumps out of my penis and begins playing the tuba
And Amadeus Mozart & all of European aristocracy is dancing upside down from the ceiling of my studio apartment
And then I pull out my pen and ejaculate postmodern architecture all over the European aristocracy dancing upside down from my ceiling
And then all 45 US presidents dressed up as transvestites fall out of the sky and land in my studio apartment as well
Meanwhile, Jesus Christ has been racing through the ghettos on the South Side of Chicago on his motorcycle
And Jesus Christ and the Central Intelligence Agency arrive at my studio apartment
And the CIA leaves a big mountain of cocaine
And the Pope comes and blesses the big mountain of cocaine
And the party in my studio apartment rages on for decades...

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

I Paint a Seething World on the Brink...
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I slash the world in half with my sword
And blood spills all across the continents
The terrorists are those in the White House & in the police uniform
And I the poet am urinating my words upon these terrorists from the gigantic pen between my legs
The coming civil war crashes through my poetry
The population seethes like a giant volcano
But then thousands of butterflies fly out of my poetry
But the next line of poetry is filled with empty refrigerators throughout the nation
Yet the poet is the grand composer of words
He’s the grand ejaculator of words
But angry voices can be heard rising up through the nation & the world
While the news is filled with the buttocks-in-suits of both political parties opening the holes in the middle of their faces to tell us their daily diarrhea
And this line of poetry is thousands of American bombs raining down upon innocent civilians
And this line of poetry is the body parts of civilians strewn everywhere across the landscape
This endless war with its mountains of armaments & corpses & money spent filling the pockets of shameless war profiteers
And the worthless poet who pulls words out of his *** every morning and throws them on the page
Something’s going to happen…
You can feel it…
Maybe 300 million Americans will march on Washington DC & Wall Street with forks & knives in their hands ready to devour
And maybe the bipartisan terrorists in the United States government will shoot us down with cold bullets when we demand jobs & food & affordable housing
We need some real change
We need a revolution
Workers need to be a great tidal wave sweeping across the world
White black or brown
Christian Jewish or Muslim
Man or woman
Gay or straight
We must be one
Together we must be a great tidal wave of revolution

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Crack-Cocaine Concerto with Harp, Flute, & AK-47
By the Gang-Banging Symphony Orchestra
A poem by Wolf Larsen

So I’m snorting cocaine off of the Queen of England’s tits
And then the disco band the Village People jump out of the Queen of England’s vagina
And the Village People play abstract expressionism with a funky-disco-beat
Jackson Pollock is dancing naked on the moon
And naked space aliens are dancing on planets throughout the universe
And the dancing-naked-space-aliens are yelling their poetry at God
But God is too busy sitting on the toilet to notice
And then nuclear missiles shoot out of the anuses of all of the four-star American generals
And the planet Earth becomes a canvas of beautiful mushroom clouds
And the rats & cockroaches have a big human extinction party

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Hey, where’s my Nobel Prize for literature? I could use the money!

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A Pornographic Symphony
Where all the instruments urinate poetry all over the Book Burning Inquisition
of PC Liberals & Born-Agains
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Igor Stravinsky is conducting coronavirus & World War 3 & stock market crashes in springtime
And all the “intellectuals” both liberal & conservative begin rioting in anger as Stravinsky’s obscene symphony paints nudity everywhere
And the PC liberals & conservatives hold the Booble in their hands and scream that Dog-in-the-sky told us to have sex with our daughters - it’s in the Old Testicle of the Holy Boobil they scream
As nude women continue jumping out of Stravinsky’s symphony of springtime
And Stravinsky’s symphony of springtime is smashing Shakespeare & Mozart & Michelangelo into pieces
And Wolf Larsen arrives with his bazooka-pen-penis and ejaculates 40 days & 40 nights of white-gooey-poetry all over the PC liberal & born-again “intellectuals”
And then Wolf Larsen & Igor Stravinsky run off in wedding dresses together to get married
And Wolf Larsen & Igor Stravinsky are walking down Broadway together in Unalaska Alaska in their wedding dresses
And in the old 19th century church in Unalaska Alaska
A naked Charles Manson wearing only a priest’s collar marries Wolf Larsen & Igor Stravinsky
But then Wolf Larsen notices the swastika on Charles Manson’s face
So then Wolf Larsen kicks Charles Manson’s ***
And then wearing wedding dresses & hardhats
Wolf Larsen & Igor Stravinsky work all night long on the docks together in the rain
And nine months later
This poem is born

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a9M2oTHa3GM&t=10s

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Three Dancers Creating a Jackson Pollock Together
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The first modern dancer dances corned beef on rye
While the second dancer dances the Atlantic & Pacific oceans touching the naked body of the North American continent
The third dancer creates cubism with his body
The first dancer then creates a moving sculpture of desire
While the second dancer dances on all the planets of the universe in one beautiful moment
And the third dancer shoots energy into the poem with a gigantic leap over Mount Everest
And then the first dancer ****s God up the *** with the Eiffel Tower
While the second dancer moves through Impressionism & fauvism & cubism & futurism before she starts dancing with postmodernism
And postmodernism & the second dancer create a psychedelic canvas together that moves across the stage
And then the first & third dancers dance the end of the poem together

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Michelangelo’s David Giving Wolf Larsen a Blowjob in a Chicago Alleyway
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I was eating human baby fetuses over candlelight in a romantic dinner with my favorite blowup doll Michelle Obama
And then I ripped my clothes off, stood up on my chair naked, and proclaimed myself to be the 46th President of the United States of America
That’s when my dog Juan Guaido came running up
And my dog licked Mozart’s 40th Symphony off my balls (tennis)
Then my doorbell rang
I opened the door
It was Queen Elizabeth & Charles Manson
I noticed the swastika in Charles Manson’s face
So I shot him
Then I threw the corpse of Charles Manson in my trunk
And started driving off to the Cook County Forest Preserve to dispose of the body
With Queen Elizabeth sitting in the front seat giving me a blow job
Then I hit John ****ing Kennedy while he was crossing the street
John F. Kennedy was wearing a wedding dress & lipstick at the time
The police came and started eating out John F. Kennedy’s ***
As they eat John’s Chocolate I pee on the police (it gets me off - oh! Oh!)
Then Queen Elizabeth pulls up her shirt and flashes her tits to the passerby as we drive away
Afterwards I went into a love motel with Queen Elizabeth
And we made bEautiFuL-sEnSuaL-HenrY-mOoRe-sCulPtureS all night long
That’s when the disciples showed up with their AK-47s
And as me & the disciples had a final supper of fried chicken & biscuits
Colonel Sanders was dYing-oN-the-cRoSs on the wall above us
Then Queen Elizabeth & Josephine Baker wearing only bananas
Danced and entertained Wolf Larsen & the disciples
Before the Chicago Police Department came and
Shot the poem to death

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Saturday Night Festivities at the Gothic Temple of Cannibalism
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Last night I was sitting on my throne of human skulls
Drinking human blood
With my space alien friends on Jupiter
And the space aliens presented me with a giant Henry Moore sculpture filled with thousands of vaginas leaking female orgasms everywhere
And millions of naked Richard Pryor clones were jumping out of all of the vaginas
And screaming their jokes at the space aliens who were all laughing & laughing
And first ladies Michelle Obama & Melania Trump came out on stage dressed in sexy tight latex
And they had their husbands Barack & Donald on leashes
And Barack & Donald walked around on all fours with dildos in their mouths
And then the American military-industrial complex fell out of the sky
And the space aliens had sex with the military-industrial complex
While the death metal band Marie Antoinette & the Guillotine Operators
Played cubism & fauvism butt-****ing each other on a canvas the size of the universe
And then all of the members of the United States Congress came out on stage dressed in French lingerie & high heels and did a sexy burlesque dance
While the corporate lobbyists threw their money around
And then Wolf Larsen pulled out his mighty pen from between his legs
And ejaculated his poetry all over the space aliens
And then we all woke up Sunday morning
And went to Catholic mass to celebrate immaculate conception with the pedophile priest

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Drinking a Martini with the Devil
A poem by Wolf Larsen

It’s Monday morning and I’m flying to work on Richard Pryor’s big black Dick
At work Richard Pryor’s big black Dick lands straight in the boss’s anus
The boss then walks off into a Hieronymus Bosch painting
And the boss is never heard from again
Meanwhile I’m being kidnapped by a group of flying clouds in the sky
And now I’m trapped forever inside of Johannes Brahms Second Symphony
And I can’t get out
But Larry Flynt continues doing my poetry with Les Demoiselles d’Avignon
So this poem now has syphilis
I hope you were wearing a condom

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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A Crack Cocaine National Anthem
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Jackson Pollock is ejaculating change-you-can-believe-in
& make-America-great-again all over an abstract expressionist canvas
While Les Demoiselles d'Avignon of the United States Congress
are having an orgy with the corporate lobbyists on Capitol Hill
And the nine pair of buttocks in black robes of the Supreme Court
Are all simultaneously reciting different Anne Sexton poems
While the American president is snorting the CIA up his nose
And Diego Rivera is painting a mural of hunger & poverty
From sea to shining sea
And Wolf Larsen is urinating his poetry all over the executive & legislative & judicial branches of this horror house or whorehouse government
And now Jackson Pollock is ejaculating the ending of the poem all over this page

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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The Unemployed Masses Eating the Rich for Lunch
A poem by Wolf Larsen

While we go hungry
The rich are all snorting liberty & justice up their noses
And everybody in Congress is smoking crack
While the ballet dancers are all dancing to air raid sirens
And Penderecki is on the street corner rapping about endless war & corporate bailouts & where’s the PPE
And President Crazy is snorting the entire universe up his nose
Before He goes to press conference
While Joe “Yeeeeehaaaaaww” Biden is rioting with racist mobs and yelling racial slurs at black schoolchildren during the 1970s
And a homeless man coughing & coughing is
Throwing desperation & eviction notices & closed factories into a canvas that’s boiling out of his mind
And then Hieronymus Bosch takes over and jumps into everyone’s head
And Bosch begins painting the nightmare we’re living in
And then the poet jumps up
And screams for the liberation of the human race

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Drinking Coronas in the Park Wednesday Afternoon
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Alfred Schnittke is creating a canvas of Campbell’s Soup & multiple Marilyn Monroe vaginas & parading big black Dicks with Andy Warhol
While Wolf Larsen drinks endless bottles of Corona with thousands of dancing-transvestite-Vikings in the park
And everybody in South America rides a rainbow through the sky
And lands in the park with Wolf Larsen and the thousands of dancing-transvestite-Vikings
And inside each bottle of Corona is a different Jeannie screaming out the meaning of life
As everyone drinks the female orgasm of Corona that’s water-falling out of the Virgin Mary’s Vagina all over the planet Earth
And rainbows fly up-and-down-and-around the city
And the city jumps off the ground
And beautiful painted nudes come to life and walk out of the canvases
And the beautiful painted nudes seduce all of the space aliens
That are jumping out of our bottles of Corona
As we all dance the dance of the Corona pandemic together
And everyone smiles up at the Greek gods in the sky
As the Greek gods engage in the pagan rituals of anal sex together
As the flying naked babies play the harp & the lute
And then a group of gang bangers stomp the poem to death

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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I Dress Boris Johnson Up in French Négligée, and I Put a Collar & Leash on Him, and I Walk Him Through the Park
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Today’s poem was eating hundreds of penises when -
No, wait! It was hundreds of penises with giant mouths that were devouring today’s poem!
Or maybe it was huge vaginas jumping out of the computer screen that were attacking the city and devouring everyone!
No, wait! It was the Klingons from Star Trek! Or maybe it was the Democrats! Or perhaps the Republicans! No, wait! It was Klingons from the Democratic Party invading us from the big anus in outer space - or was it huge vaginas sent from the Republican Party in Washington DC to attack the blue state city of Chicago with endless female orgasms - tidal waves of female orgasms - and now we’re all bailing out female orgasms from our basements
Actually, I didn’t write a poem this morning because I had some errands to do, and while I was doing my errands, the blue sky tapped me on the shoulder, and the blue sky ejaculated a giant prose poem all over me, and now I’m dripping wet with this prose poem - wait! Somebody is not at the door! Somebody is not knocking on my door! So a three-headed monster with the faces of Al Capone & Richard J Daley & Mickey Mouse carrying a huge black penis to shoot me full of regular Democratic organization spermatozoa, but what does any of this have to do with belly buttons? I’m talking about belly buttons!! A symphony of belly buttons! We’re all going to be riding giant belly buttons into the past! And into the future! In fact, this poem has just been swallowed by your belly button! If you want to read the rest of the poem you’ll just have to lay down in your belly button, and read the walls of Arabic calligraphy rising-and-falling-and-rolling around the walls of your belly button - a huge phrase of poetry in Arabic calligraphy that never ends!
I hope that Uncle Sam doesn’t blow me up from one of them drones in the sky for saying that Arab calligraphy is beautiful! Big brother is watching me write this poem... Well, that’s it for now! I’m going to go **** my cat

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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A Huge Sculpture of My Erection in Front of City Hall
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I was jumping into a naked symphony
I was singing with my feet
I was urinating into the sky
I was pulling 10,000 penises out of my crotch
And blessing your wife with immaculate conception all weekend long
Because I am the Attila the Hun of anal sex
I am millions of screaming warriors charging across the landscape
All charging out of my ball sack
And into the beautiful Henry Moore sculpture of your wife
Because I am the classical music of cannibalism
And the timpani drums are playing my thoughts
And everything is nowhere

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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My Brains are Burning Down
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The poem is growing out of the Poet’s butthole
And now a bunch of demons are flying out of your telephone
And devouring everyone
And everyone tastes like a disco song
And everyone’s penises are jumping out of their crotches
And all of the penises are dancing down the streets
Singing love songs to the rainbows of crack cocaine
And the rainbows of crack cocaine are jumping
Out of the mouths of all of the barking dogs
That are ice-skating out of all of the paintings
That are rolling & rolling around the assembly lines of hell
As the devil dances to the speeches of the president of the United States of America
And all of the cats of the world
Are meowing & meowing an opera together at three in the morning
While the Poet unzips his pants
And urinates all over this poem

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Portrait of the Artist Jacking Off 10-Times-a-Day as a Young Man
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Michelangelo’s David is riding a giant dildo around & around the planet Jupiter
While Leonardo da Vinci’s Mona Lisa is having a gang bang with half-a-dozen black guys in a porn movie set in Miami
That’s when the Statue of Liberty pulls out her big Dick and ejaculates all the words of this poem onto the page
Then a naked Uncle Sam jumps out of the Statue of Liberty’s butt
And the naked Uncle Sam sings flying cockroaches to all of the
Thousand of Andy Warhol clones in wedding dresses dancing down the empty avenues of Manhattan
Dancing towards the two twin 100 story penises at the southern edge of Manhattan
Both of the twin 100 story penises are dressed in tuxedos for the occasion
Then an Alaskan fishing trawler pulls a 100 ton net of fresh fish
Out of the Mona Lisa’s vagina
And then the Poet & the reader sit down to eat fish and chips together

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

The Jazz Symphony of Belly Button Madness
(Performed by the Transvestite Empress of Sexual Cubism: Wolf Larsen)
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The black hole in the center of the universe is in the middle of my face
And all of the planets & moons & sons are flying out of my face
And all of the madmen in all of the insane asylums of the world are painting my face over & over again
And I’m painting the four walls of my studio apartment with madness & more madness & yet more madness
And everyone on the subway trains & buses is composing symphonies of madness & more madness and yet more madness
And the two candidates for president are making speeches full of madness & more madness and yet more madness
And I pull out my Dick and I ejaculate madness and more madness and yet more madness all over the readers
And then everyone on the planet begins frantically building sculptures of madness and more madness and yet more madness
And then I rip up my own face with my hands
And I turn my face into the 10,000 different directions of cubism
And then everybody on the planet rips their faces into pieces with their own hands
And turns their own faces into the 10,000 different directions of cubism
And then this poem begins thrashing about in millions of different directions...

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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So I’m Riding a Speeding Penis Down the Highway
A poem by Wolf Larsen

So I’m speeding down the highway driving a giant penis
And a thousand police cars with roaring sirens are chasing after me
And the police helicopter above is throwing giant apples & pineapples & oranges at me
And all the apples & pineapples & oranges are screaming at me as they crash all around my speeding penis
And naked angels in the sky are flying all around the police helicopter
And the naked angels are singing big pharmaceutical commercials in sweet voices
And the speaker of the police helicopter is blasting Pavarotti’s opera voice at me
(Pavarotti is driving the police helicopter)
And the police helicopter lands on top of my head
And that’s when the clouds above start pissing 1970s rock ‘n’ roll all over me
And I drive my speeding penis through the vaginas of the two first ladies Melania Trump & Michelle Obama
But the thousand police cars with roaring sirens are still in hot pursuit of me & my speeding penis
And so I drive my speeding penis through the anuses of Barack Obama & Donald Trump & Joe Biden
And now I’m driving my speeding penis through the head of the mayor of Chicago
And that’s when suddenly the thousand police cars all crash
Into a big symphony crescendo of violins & trumpets & timpani drums
And then I wake up in bed
With Melania Trump & Michelle Obama both naked on either side of me

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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The Symphony of Blue, Orange, & Cum Juices on a Canvas
Played by the Chicago Orgasm Orchestra
A prose poem by Wolf Larsen

So Lori Lightfoot & Melania Trump & Michelle Obama are 3 naked skyscrapers on the Chicago skyline licking & licking each other’s naked bodies, and then all the moons of the universe suddenly grow huge vaginas, and all the planets of the universe grow huge tongues, and the Chicago Orgasm Orchestra plays the r-h-y-t-h-m-s of humongous tongues & vaginas throughout the universe creating hOmOeRotic-mUsic-tOgeTheR, and suddenly giant female orgasms throughout the universe flood the sky with musical notes (that are being played by the Chicago Orgasm Orchestra), and now all of the space aliens are standing knee-deep in pussy juices, and that’s when pussycats with wings begin flying through the air giving Demo-pubic-lice-a-crat & Re-pubic-lice-acan political speeches to all of the nipples in pornographic movies everywhere, so everybody pulls out their penises and ejaculates cOntemPoRarY-claSsicaL-muSic all over the flying pussycats in the sky, and then Wolf Larsen & Melania Trump & Michelle Obama all make a patriotic movie together, and 9 months later Melania Trump & Michelle Obama both gave birth to Wolf Larsen’s love childs screaming with poetry...

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Before World War 3 Fills Us Full of Strawberries
A musical-poem by Wolf Larsen sung by a thousand-howling-dogs under a full moon
Accompanied by The String Quartet of Four Giant Penises wearing tuxedos

allegro

Somebody’s penis jumps inside of your butt and says hello
The penis ejaculates Christmas carols inside of you (except it’s July)
Meanwhile the trees all around are growing out of the immense crotch of the planet Earth
And all the space aliens in your balls are painting cubist murals on the walls of your ballsack
Then God cries millions of Charles Manson clones out of his eyes
And all the millions of Charles Manson clones are running for president of the USA, on both the Democrat & Republican tickets
Some of the Charles Mansons are black lesbians, and other Charles Mansons are straight white men, and still other Charles Mansons are Siamese twins of Joe Biden & Donald Trump ****ing each other up the butt
This is where 100 Boeing airplanes fall out of the sky and crash into your head
So you go to the police station to file a complaint about the 100 Boeing jet airplanes stuck to your head
But the police station is full of giant lizards pulling out their guns and shooting phrases of poetry at naked black men painted on the ceiling of the police station by Michelangelo
But since the mayor is black & lesbian it’s all very progressive
Especially with rolls & rolls of toilet paper falling from the sky
And now I’m going to pull out my penis and ejaculate the greatest Symphony ever written
All over the face of God

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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The Music of Monks & Gregorian Chants & Masturbation in Monasteries Throughout the Ages
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The Symphony Orchestra plays a skyrocketing schizophrenia
And then sexy naked carrots & cucumbers & watermelons all with legs begin dancing the skyrocketing schizophrenia through the supermarket aisles
As the supermarket aisles become waterfalls falling up into the delicious-round-nipple-apocalypse in heaven
So then naked Superman clones with giant penises by the dozens all race up to heaven
Where Michelangelo paints all of the Superman clones ****ing each other up the butt on top of McDonald’s-hamburger-flying-saucers in the sky
So Leonardo da Vinci in a black leather jacket races by on a motorcycle with a nearly naked Virgin Mary riding on back with her arms around the sexy Leonardo da Vinci
As the sun drips its vowels & consonants into this poem...

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Saturday Night Drunken Orgies at the Monastery
Sung by the Drunken Monk Symphony Choir
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Rivers of beer flow through the poetry
And everybody jumps out of the poetry and dances to rivers of music
Then the store mannequins sing erotic operas
As the composers build giant musical sculptures with their space alien hands
Then naked clowns with humongous penises paint fauvist pornography everywhere
And symphonies across the universe become drunk with all the fauvist pornography
So everybody gets drunk on cum and screams poetry at history
And history screams back with ancient orgies
And the people in the ancient world scream poetry at the people in the contemporary world
And the people in the contemporary world scream poetry at the ancient world
So the poetry flies back-and-fourth across thousands of years
Before the clowns with humongous penises save the world for
The McDonald’s-Hamburger-Opera sung by dirty bourgeois pigs at the trough
And then there’s the bipartisan porn actors starring in the Pornographic Film Festival in Washington DC
And now the reader is swallowed by the end of the poem
And the reader is delicious

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Wolf Larsen the Poet Holds the Entire Universe in His Hands
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The ballet dancers jump out of the billboard advertisements
And the sexy ballet dancers perform sexy poetry by the side of the highways
While the giant four-wheeled penises drive by at 60 miles an hour
And the clouds rolling by above fOrm-&-reForM into biZarRe-suRreaLisTic-iMages kissing each other
And the artists paint Wolf Larsen & all the other gods of the sky looking down upon the human race
And everyone on the planet takes off their clothes and begins reciting Wolf Larsen’s poetry together in one grand orgy of words
And symphony orchestras across the planet play the grand orgy of words together
And ballet dancers on the side of highways all dance the grand orgy of words together
And the grand orgy of words become musical notes floating out of a flute being played by a hermaphrodite goat sitting on God’s throne
While God on his knees gives the hermaphrodite goat a blow job
And the hermaphrodite goat ejaculates the rest of the words of this poem into God’s mouth
And glory hallelujah God swallows

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Baroque Polish Sausage in the Mouth of a Renaissance Mona Lisa
An opera on the Dan Ryan Expressway as it flies into Michelle Obama’s vagina
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Sung by the multitudes of homeless on the streets of Chicago

allegro

All the statues across the world suddenly jump up and start playing musical instruments as they skip through the streets
And all the passerby skip after the skipping statues
And the passerby all holler the universe out of their lungs with all the planets & moons & suns rushing out of their mouths
Then a madman with a machine gun starts shooting all the planets & moons & suns full of bullet holes
The madman is the President of the United States of America
The president is a Demopublican, definitely not a Republicrat
Then lots of American belly buttons in the sky start shooting nuclear missiles everywhere
Because Iran & North Korea & Russia & China & Vietnam & Afghanistan & Iraq are not democratic enough and are responsible for terrorist-bubblegum-kangaroo-flying-saucers meddling in the elections and causing the loss of Margaret-Hilary-Thatcher-Clinton
But what does all of this have to do with scratching my balls while I look at the topless First Lady on the Internet hubba hubba? So now I’m masturbating the giant Buddhist temple between the legs of that Thesaurus Rex standing there proudly at the museum, and then the trumpet between my legs ejaculates summer & beer & house music all over the South Side of Chicago
So everybody applauds as all the Greek & Roman statues in Europe ride wild dolphins through the sky
Then all the statues ride the wild dolphins through Renaissance & Baroque & Romantic paintings in those museums in Europe
And all the statues riding wild dolphins are singing an opera of drive-by shootings & selling crack-cocaine & easy-easy-women
Whose legs open to all of the nuclear missiles shooting out of the belly buttons in the sky
As Jesus the carpenter from in front of Home Depot sits at a table with the AK-47 Disciples
And they’re all stuffing giant collages of human faces into their mouths
And drinking the end of the poem together

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Warning: do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.

I was Having an Orgy with MeSelf, when…
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I was having an orgy with myself
When I was visited by the Holy Ghost of Charles Manson
With 10,000 penises shooting out of his ears
And as the Holy Ghost of Charles Manson gave me a blow job
10,000 naked Virgin Mary’s were swirling around the sky
In a Baroque painting painted by the Chicago Symphony Orchestra
With their musical instruments
And then as I ****ed the Holy Ghost of Charles Manson up the ***
A choir of heavenly angels in my Balzac began to sing
And then all of the heavenly angels in my Balzac began a great & wondrous journey
Into the holy land of the great anus of the Holy Ghost of Charles Manson
Now at this point I was visited by one of the royal tweet proclamations of his eminent lunacy Donald Rump
And then there’s always the progressive-liberal-politics of 1970s racist lynch mobs against black schoolchildren led by Joe Biden & his butt-buddy Jesse Helms
But never mind all that let’s ejaculate some academic pontifications all over the face of William Shakespeare in our literary 101 class stop looking at her tits don’t want to get me too’d gotta concentrate on this lecture god I can’t wait till this is over when I meet in the immaculate conception motel for the three hour rate though I’ll probably only last 20 minutes with my-best-friend’s-&-respectable-colleague’s-wife hubba hubba what a big pair of Mona Lisa’s on that chest (Milli & Vanilli)
So now Milli & Vanilli (I mean Demopublican & Republicrat) are running for President and they’re like two testicles hanging from Uncle Sam’s crotch which is always itching with prisons & police shootings of black men for all, under a big invisible friend in the sky that likes to impregnate virgins when they’re sleeping,, maybe the Virgin Mary should metoo God?

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Warning: do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.

A Conversation with My Plastic Love Doll on the Eve of the Great Cannibalism
A poem by Wolf Larsen

While the 10,000 faces of your rage
Jump out at me
I am flying around universes of joy
Created by an apocalyptic saxophone
And the river of flutes flowing through an LSD landscape
Built by millions of naked Jewish carpenters all named Jesus
Back when saws & drills & hammers created the universe
But now the highway is full of too many space-alien-cannibalistic-monsters
That hatched out of the dandelions of a century ago
So I pull out my penis and call for the human race to create a giant painting together
A giant pornographic painting
That will be played by orchestras floating in outer space
And conducted by murderers from the state penitentiary
Because I am a believer in fire & orgies & masturbation

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Warning: do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.

The Opera of Wolf Larsen’s Spermatozoa
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Sung by all the spermatozoa in my balls

Allegro

Everybody’s sexual genitalia are constantly singing opera
And all of the flying-musical-instruments in the sky are creating sexual happiness
And all the sexual happiness is galloping & galloping across the world
Like crack-cocaine-freight-trains saying hello
Even my booty loves you
With love full of clouds & bulletholes & flowers
And my testicles are 2 theaters of joy where great drama is performed
And my nipples are two political parties running for president
And right now there’s hundreds-of-toilets with legs walking all over my ceiling & walls
Soon the great spermatozoa of God will be coming to save us
From the contents of our dreams

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Warning: do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.

Wolf Larsen Toasting Marshmallows at the Police Car Bonfire Last Night
A poem by Wolf Larsen

So I was standing beside a burning police car toasting marshmallows last night
When this cute national guardsmen walked up and asked me if I liked his ***
And I replied yes sir you have a lovely ***
So the national guardsmen pulled down his pants and bent over
And I pulled out my big paintbrush and I proceeded to make Italian Renaissance art up the national guardsmen’s ***
And then I ejaculated the mayor's speech up the national guardsmen ***
And that’s when Joe Biden & Donald Trump showed up and exclaimed “We love chocolate!”
So as Joe Biden & Donald Trump are licking the national guardsmen’s Italian Renaissance chocolate off my paintbrush
I started to eat my toasted marshmallows
And they tasted like Melania Trump’s nipples flavored with strawberry & vanilla
That’s when the governor jumped out of Melania Trump’s butt and announced that
“From now on all hot dogs will be flavored with the jizz of the founding fathers
In order to ensure everyone’s right to wipe their *** with liberty & justice for all!”

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Here I turn a scary incident with the police last year into comedy:
(Comedy that's influenced by the genre of surrealistic literature)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BC0XawSAeRY&t=6s

All Cops Are Bastards
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I’m shoving this poem up the *** of The President
And I piss all over the bipartisan circus in Washington DC
Because imperialistic Washington DC is ****ing the whole world up the ***
Meanwhile, the police are shooting a Symphony of Rubber Bullets at demonstrators
And the nearest police officer punches you
And you bleed a bipartisan “democracy” all over your face
Then the teargas comes and you suddenly **** half-a-dozen Star Wars movies out of your butt
So now there’s Star Wars spaceships flying everywhere and rubber bullets flying everywhere and teargas canisters everywhere
And the teargas makes you cry a Brazilian Carnival all over your face
So now there’s spaceships & Brazilian Carnival & rubber bullets flying everywhere on the streets of your city
And afterwards the Symphony of Smashing Windows begins as the recently unemployed begin looting food or anything they can sell for food
And President Rump the Looney-Tunes-in-the-White-House calls this “terrorism”
And the Demopublican-Republicrat governors & mayors say pretty words out of the toilets in their faces
While they send in the big guns of the National Guard
And so National Guardsmen soldiers apply their boots to the throat of a nation that can’t breathe

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Advance permission is given to the general public to spread this poem on the Internet or in physical form, so long as the poem is not edited, the poet is given credit, and the intent of such publication is not hostile.

R.I.P. American Democracy?
A poem by Wolf Larsen

As President Rump possibly becomes Dictator Rump
And armed bodies of men in uniform swarm through American cities
With their guns drawn and aimed at the civilian population
Shooting unemployed-hungry-looters stealing food or anything they can sell for food
The Dixiecrat candidate for big Mother****er-in-Chief babbles some progressive-sounding gobbledygook for the cameras
And what’s left of American democracy is perhaps headed for the trash bin of history?
As empty refrigerators from sea-to-shining-sea stalk the nation with hunger!
And all the Louis XVI’s & Marie Antoinette’s in their penthouses & mansions get nervous...
Wondering is the guillotine coming back???
And the black politicians that Malcolm X called Uncle Toms
Join the Dixiecrat candidate for big Mother****er-in-Chief
In babbling more & more progressive-sounding-gobbledygook for the cameras
As if the hungry masses of unemployed can fill their stomachs full of progressive-sounding-gobbledygook
And ironically, the biggest terrorist in the world (the one that lives in the White House)
Calls hungry people looting for food “terrorists”
But that terrorist who lives in the White House is starting to look DELICIOUS!
And all the black politicians that Malcolm X called Uncle Toms are looking DELICIOUS!
And the white liberal governor of my state Jackass (the symbol of his party) Bastard (all capitalist politicians are) Prickster (all rich people are) - he looks so DELICIOUS!
They’re all looking so DELICIOUS!
YUMMY-!-YUMMY-!-YUMMY...
Oh yeah, and then there’s yet another black man killed by the police somewhere…
Empty stomachs mean rage-raaaage-raaaaaage-raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaagggggeeee

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Advance permission is given to the general public to spread this poem on the Internet or in physical form, so long as the poem is not edited, the poet is given credit, and the intent of such publication is not hostile.

A Poem Written While a Police Helicopter is Hovering Over Me
A poem by Wolf Larsen

It’s the Symphony of Shattered Glass & Rubber Bullets & Looting
(Unemployed hungry people are looting - imagine that!)
And Diego Rivera is painting a mural of endless black men being shot by the police
The blood of black men shot by the police is a red tidal wave splashing across America
And what if American soldiers deployed on the streets of America
Refuse to shoot American civilians
And shoot the four-star generals & war profiteers & capitalist politicians instead?
And afterwards the hordes of hungry-unemployed-Americans
Descending on the dead bodies of four-star generals & war profiteers & capitalist politicians
And devouring them in a glorious gluttony of hunger
cannibalism-!-cannibalism-!-cannibaLiiiiiisssm!!
We’re descending into the Cannibalistic States of America!
Because of unemployment and hunger-!-hunger-!-Huuungerrrrrrr!!
And bourgeois piggy liberal or conservative is just looking so delicious!
Delicious-!-deLiciOus-!-dEliCiooouuuS!!
Me on the other hand I’ll content myself with eating the $10,000 purebred dogs of the bourgeoisie
I LOVE dog!
YUMMY!!

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Warning: do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.

Me, Michael Jackson, & Michelangelo’s David All Rioting Together
The poem by Wolf Larsen

So I was dancing with Michael Jackson on the moon
But my evil twin looted Michelangelo’s David out of some museum in Rome
Meanwhile, me & Michael Jackson started becoming a homoerotic sculpture on the moon
But at that very same moment my evil twin was ****ing Michelangelo’s David up the *** on the streets of Chicago
How my evil twin got Michelangelo’s David from Rome to Chicago has something to do with a Boeing airplane that fell out of The Virgin Mary’s vagina in the sky,(immaculate conception) and the airplane (which was shaped like a penis) wound up in the mouth of former mayor of Chicago Richard Jackass Daley
So anyway the next thing I know there’s a picture of my evil twin ****ing Michelangelo’s David from Rome on the front cover of all the newspapers
And everybody thinks it was me!
But I never did **** Michelangelo’s David up the *** on the streets of Chicago, because at the time I was making a homoerotic sculpture with Michael Jackson on the moon
But nobody believes me!
So now I’m sitting here in this jail cell in the Cook County Jail with Ludwig Beethoven as my cellmate
You see, Ludwig Beethoven was traveling by Time Machine via one of his symphonies
And somehow he wound up in the midst of rubber bullets & police & national guardsmen on the streets of Chicago
So now me & Ludwig Beethoven are making this homoerotic symphony together known as Beethoven’s 10th symphony in this jail cell after lights out
I’m on top of course
Hey, I’m about to cum
Check with you later

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Warning: do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.

A Giant 100 Story Statue of Wolf Larsen Reciting Poetry While He Holds His Penis in One Hand & the Middle Finger in the Other Hand
A poem by Wolf Larsen

A ship with a crew of sexy blowup dolls
Is sailing from Hunter Thompson’s brain to Beethoven’s Seventh Symphony
When suddenly all the millions of people in New York City begin painting Beethoven’s Seventh Symphony all over the walls of their apartments
This is when 10,000 Vikings all with the face of Donald Trump charge out of the New York City subway system and conquer Manhattan
And now at the bordellos Pablo Picasso is painting 10,000 Vikings with the face of Donald Trump having immaculate-conception-ecstasy with sexy store manikins
At this point all the musical notes from Beethoven’s Seventh Symphony begin rioting all over Manhattan
So the National Guard arrives and begins shooting all of the musical notes rioting through the air
That’s when Mother Teresa & the Statue of Liberty have a lesbian 69 and they cum a mighty female orgasm together and save humanity

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Warning: do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.

Detached Fingers Crawling All Over the Landscape
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I pulled the Statue of Liberty out of my crotch
And then I ejaculated Joseph Stalin up into the sky
This was before Woody Allen saved the universe with his crack-cocaine cupcakes
Meanwhile, a nuclear submarine from another planet showed up in your kitchen sink
So you called up your local whorehouse
And they sent spring summer fall & winter
Afterwards, the Roman emperors Donald Trump & Barack Obama & the entire New World Roman Army showed up at your doorstep
So you jumped on a flying-naked-woman and you flew away
And now you live inside the vagina of a 400 pound woman on the moon
There, you send your royal edicts to the planet Earth via solar-powered pigeon
‘Specially on days when the swirling God of methamphetamine in the sky
Licks your balls
With his enormous tongue

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Warning: do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.

Penis Monsters Sailing Through the Heavens on Satan Sundays
A poem by Wolf Larsen

When the Great Syphilis in the sky
Dick-tates a poem to me
I pull all the magical words out of my nose
And fling them onto the page
That’s when the page becomes a dark-swirling-universe
Where sailboats full of naked Marilyn Monroe & John F. Kennedy clones
Sail from planet to planet dodging the the flying-phrases-of-poetry
Being launched into the heavens by saxophone players with humongous-blue-Dicks
The same hundreds of humongous-blue-Dicks that surround your bed at night
And talk obscene phrases-of-poetry to you in your magical dreams
Your magical dreams full of cannibalistic kings & strawberry-nipple-Queens
That all dance around the guillotines in orgies of bourgeois pleasure & gluttony & death
And each decapitated-bourgeois-head recites this poem to you
As you hold it in your hand...

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Warning: do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.

All the World’s a Whorehouse
A poem by Wolf Larsen

When the fairy cannibals of schizophrenia land
Sing their spermatozoa art to the richest men in our ballsacks
All the space alien whores of your brains
Dance like giant licorice buildings
Until the sky princes urinate their musical notes all over everybody
And that’s when sexy ballerinas jump out of the toilets of your ears
And on the stage that’s on top of your baldhead
The sexy ballerinas create all of the words of this poem
And then the little children come with their shotguns
And create action movies of lemon-meringue-pie with their bullets
Which is a delicious music that even the dolphins swimming inside of your studio apartment
Can understand
Because everyone understands the ham sandwich of your poetry
And the ending of the poem
Comes when everyone cums

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 Donkeys & Elephants in the Washington DC Mental Institution for the Criminally Insane Sucking this Poem Out of Wolf Larsen’s Dick and Swallowing
A prose-poem by Wolf Larsen

Everybody from the mental institution and all of the arsonists from the planet Mars and all of the giant fruits & vegetables from the supermarket all began flooding out of your head and parading down the streets, but the streets all disappear into the Middle Ages, and somehow all of the spaceships flying out of your butt wind up in the Middle Ages too, and all the chicks with big tits & dicks are painting symphonies of cannibalism all over the big canvas of the sky, and the diarrhea of the sky is falling into your mouth and it tastes like Dixieland jazz on strawberries, so the summer heat punches you with Woody Allen’s penis, so you use Woody Allen’s penis to write funny dialogue all over the buttocks of God, but before you can finish writing all over the buttocks of God, the ending of this poem hits you in the head with some brass knuckles…

Copyright 2000 by Wolf Larsen

Warning: do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.

How to Shake Hands with Your Penis
A poem by Wolf Larsen

When human heads are being eaten by the vagina plants that are growing out of the passing clouds
And the passing clouds in the sky are all being swallowed by the Giant Vagina of the First Lady of the united states of america
And the 330 million Americans that all live inside the Giant Vagina of the First Lady are all clapping & clapping
As all the bombers of the United States Air Force fly out of all of the vagina plants growing out of the passing clouds
And the bombers of the United States Air Force fly over and bomb the land of giant plastic boobs to prevent the spread of terrorist plastic boobs from spreading international-communistic-nipples
This is where the poem jumps on a freight train headed to the intergalactic-brains of tomato soup
Especially when the end of the poem is flying all around you

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen