The Glenn Miller Band Being Listened to by Some Space Alien on the Other Side of the Universe
A poem by Wolf Larsen
All the inanimate objects in your studio apartment are laughing & crying
The coffee maker is singing your 2nd favorite drug to you
The liquor store is screaming at you from two blocks away
A vagina sings some words to you from the telephone
And then a chorus of mushroom clouds sings mankind’s future
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
A Train Into Your Head
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I’m scrambling you up into my brains
While the blue & green vomit of the world rolls around-&-around each other
As the Poet takes out the Big Pen between his legs and urinates words all over the ground
And the sun in the sky smiles a big psycho smile all over us
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.
Words Are Growing Out of the Trees
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The words are all singing their chaos
The words are dancing & dancing in chaos around-&-around the reader
And the reader is running through thousands of vaginas
While all the penises sing the stars up into the sky
And a bunch of tomorrows start knocking on the reader’s door
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 Everything
A poem by Wolf Larsen
All the statues are walking out of the art museums and down the streets to the bars & whorehouses
Then all the capitalist politicians (dressed like clowns) are flying around like bats as they blabber & promise & lie
Meanwhile, everyone is painting their sexual fantasies all over the walls of the buildings
And now all the walls of the city are a pornographic canvas of Cubism & Fauvism & Impressionism
And finally, the naked orgies in the streets begin under the smiling gaze of the Big Dick Emperor in the sky
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.
A Poet is a Porno Magician
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I feel yet another poem percolating in my balls!
I simply cannot resist ejaculating poetry all over everyone & everything!
Let the human race get on their knees naked before me!
And they shall receive my gooey white poetry all over their faces!
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pwXN...nel=WolfLarsen
Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.
The Music of His Lips Upon My ****
A poem by Wolf Larsen
His lips on my Dick are moving to the rhythms of Tchaikovsky’s Symphonies!
As his mouth moves up-&-down 100 art movements are shining upon us from the sun!
All the factories across the world are producing endless phrases of poetry!
All the painters of the world are painting masterpieces with my splashing spermatozoa!
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.
Clowns & Flying Penises & Drunken Space Aliens
A poem by Wolf Larsen
A thousand clowns are flying penises around & around the
Phrases of poetry that are flying around & around the flying penises
And then a drunken space alien barfs a million naked Mary Poppins falling out of the sky
And then a giant flying nipple crashes into the planet Earth
And all the volcanoes spurt fauvist poetry & colors up into the sky
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.
It’s Raining on Another Planet
A poem by Wolf Larsen
A dog ran up to you and demanded to be eaten
And then all the words of this poem devoured the dog in a delicious feast
The spirit of the dog floated up to heaven and bit God in the ***
That’s when God shat all the churches & cathedrals all over the planet
And all the priests & altar boys danced & danced together in all the churches & cathedrals
And all the priests & altar boys danced & danced happily ever after
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.
A Romantic Opera on Mount Everest
A poem by Wolf Larsen
As she sings her vagina flies up to the moon
As he sings his penis shoots off to the stars
Her nipples begin broadcasting radio programming across outer space
His spermatozoa are words just itching to be splashed all over the page
When she opens her legs to him she already wants to make a baby with a stranger
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Sing a Gothic Greatness
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I give you all my tornadoes
Symphonies crash around me wherever I walk
My phrases of poetry jump off the ground and zoom off to everywhere
And everyone in the streets sings in opera voices their despair & frustrations & mounting anger
And I daydream happily of the day when I will be a guillotine operator
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
A Dog Jumps Out of this Poem, and Then…
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The dog is chasing after the blue sky
A tornado jumps out of the dog’s brains
And now the dog is chasing after the tornado as the tornado flies around-&-around the reader
The reader eats the dog, jumps on top of the tornado, and the reader rides the tornado off into the sunset
And then the sunset explodes into a bunch of words flying everywhere
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs more poetry on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NONVH353Uzg&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
How Will the Poem End?
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The poem sings in all directions
The beats of the poem go boom & bang across thousands of years
Instruments both ancient & modern play the poem together
The poem began when the first man stood upright
And the poem will continue to play until the mushroom clouds come
Or will artificial intelligence end the poem?
2020
a poem by Wolf Larsen
A tidal wave of hopelessness splashes out of the poem
As I paint the entire city an empty dark Gothic abyss
And everyone’s sexual genitalia begins playing medieval music
All the dogs of the city become so lonely they begin devouring themselves
The cats begin devouring each other
And the people have all starved to death into dust
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Bring Back the Guillotine, Please!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Rivers & seas & oceans of blood from endless wars!
Disabled veterans begging in the streets abandoned by the government!
Endless rooms of gold for the rich!
And pennies on payday for the workers!
From liberal Tweedledee to conservative Tweedledum the musical chairs of politicians changes nothing!
Divided by race & gender & nationality & religion & sexual preference - we workers fight each other - why?
Think of the bourgeois pigs going around-&-around on a rotisserie!
Doesn’t it make your mouth water?
Or am I just hungry?
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Advance permission is given to all to share/reproduce/publish the above poem as long as credit is given to the poet, the intent of such publication is not hostile, and the text of the poem is not edited.
Warning: do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.
A Poem Sculpture
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The poem curves and rolls and turns around & around itself
The poem is a spontaneous sculpture of penises & breasts & booties all sticking out of each other
The poem throws sensuous words to the winds
Then the poem flies to all the cities of the world
Then the poem suddenly jumps out of all the cities of the world
And the poem throws the urban images of 200 countries all around us
As we dance to all the voices in our heads
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen