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Ha ha thanks Tailor!
Words & Buildings Growing Out of Each Other…
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The poem wants to be upside-down and scrambled
The poem wants to be so outer space
That the space aliens are having sex with Frank Gehry’s architecture
And now giant words are crashing into the Earth from outer space
While the Great Phallus Gods of all the planets
Speak the tornadoes which we long to kiss & fondle
Because dooong! Gazuucka-Gazuucka-Gazuucka!
And now cubist words will jump off the walls of graffiti murals and sing poetry across the universe
Copyright 2022 Wolf Larsen
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Monkeys in Our Balls
A poem by Wolf Larsen
First I eat the human race
Then I **** my art all over the page
And then my poetry grows out of the page
And up into the Milky Way Galaxy
And then the reader eats time
And since time no longer exists everything begins flying everywhere
And the reader is ****ting time into Salvador Dali’s head
And as the reader watches Wolf Larsen beat up Salvador Dali
Millions of midgets begin marching into outer space
To invade the minds of all the zoo animals
Then the Poet blows up the poem the nuclear bomb
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his poetry, plays, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O76F...nel=WolfLarsen
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A Homoerotic Masterpiece Painted By Your Dog…
A poem by Wolf Larsen
My balls are the happiest paradise on the planet!
And I pee all over the solar eclipse in the sky
While all the dogs dance the immaculate conception with the Virgin Mary
And now big giant dinosaur testicles bounce & bounce
Through the Italian Renaissance
As lots of Leather Men ride huge flying spermatozoa
Into Michelangelo’s murals
And now the ending of the poem is tickling & tickling the reader
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
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Tat-Tat-Tat Pop-Pop-Pop Blam-Blam-Blam for Breakfast
A poem by Wolf Larsen
So I’m ejaculating the blue sky around the Earth
(That’s how the blue sky was created! ‘Cause I’m the Poet!)
When 10,000 penises walk up and demand my insanity on a silver platter
So I say: “Whatcha doin’ wit’ da’ boom-doom-blatz when da’ pussy is intergalactic?”
That’s when Henry Kissinger shows up and dances the Vietnam War for me
So I’m ****in’ Henry Kissinger up-the-*** while the teN-thOuSaNd-pEniSes are dancing all around us
And the 10,000 penises are all singing: “Bonkers be the whoopsy-wopsy-woo when you **** a kangaroo!”
You flying to your brains tonight?
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
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Flop Gone Gluppy With Buuurrings!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
A bunch of ciRcuS-cLoWn-caPiTaLisT-pOliTiCiaNs are dancing around you
While the street flies up and crashes into all the stars
And you pee your poetry all over the naked bodies of your sex servants
While masses of people are walking off into a fantasy land
Made out of endless-erotic-imagery raining down upon the Earth
And then a bunch of exclamation points & question marks start crashing into this poem
And we all hallucinate ourselves into a different poem…
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
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Bluurreeeoooooooooooooooo!!!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The poem is burping a bunch of words into the air
Then flying vacuum cleaners are gobbling up all the words floating everywhere
And flying toilets are shooting meteors & asteroids at all the flying vacuum cleaners
And cannibalistic clowns are hopping & skipping everywhere and devouring all the passerby
And giant vaginas the size of the moon
Are running around on two legs
And demanding to be impregnated at once by all the phrases-of-poetry slithering everywhere
And everyone does the oh-oh-oh of a big orgy happily-ever-after
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
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Paris After World War 3
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Your dreams are wandering around the world
And a bunch of WHOOPS happens!
So you unleash delirious words hopping everywhere!
And everybody starts jumping into the big-monstrous-mouths floating everywhere
So Boops & Snips are proclaimed King & Queen of the Schizophrenia Factory
At the Schizophrenia Factory we build & assemble lots-of-insanity
Every kind of insanity!
An assembly-line-of-insanity blooping & Ka-laaping & clacking
Out of the page and into the city in your brains…
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
Wolf Larsen performs his plays, poetry, & novels on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aG6PS97m5Jg&ab_channel=WolfLarsen
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Two Verbs Talking to Each Other
A poem by Wolf Larsen
You clomper-boing-fwoob! What you doin’ with that solar system?
Me? What? This solar system came out of my testicles!
Your testicles?? But how come that Mona Lisa painting is hanging from your penis?
Oh that, well Mother Teresa put it there when we did LSD together.
Mother Teresa?? But didn’t she join some space alien motorcycle gang and drive off into the reader’s mind?
The readers mind?? The readers mind is drooling & crashing with billions of solar systems!
Hey man! Where’s the ending of this poem?
Oh that, I lost it!
So the poem is just going to go on forever?
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
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Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with the sanity, or if you are very religious.
Jizz! Poo-Poo! Now!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
We will conquer the public toilets with rainbows of jizz!
We will fill the oceans with the fish from our booty holes!
Jesus Christ will save us with his big black Dick!
The Virgin Mary in the whorehouse will be our fertility goddess!
The nuclear bombs will deliver us from our misery!
Only cunnilingus will bring us the true knowledge!
Only lots of anal sex & political correctness will save the penises of the penguins!
Only the family values of foopy-fnippity-faa-faa will fly with lots of fluppity!
Only the Great Testicles of the Poet hold the true knowledge!
Amen!
Amen to the Queen of England’s nipples!
Amen to the pubic hairs of the President of the United States of America!
Amen to the 535 buttocks of the United States Congress!
And glory hallelujah!
Glory Hallelujah to peeing liberty & justice all over each other!
Glory Hallelujah to the mouth diarrhea of both liberals & conservatives!
Glory Hallelujah to the priests & preachers prickin’ each other with their prickin’ prickers!
Can we get the ending of the poem?!
Can we end the poem with the big orgasm of the Chicago Symphony Orchestra ejaculating Beethoven everywhere?!
Can we end the poem with a big multiracial orgy in the streets?!
Let’s cum lots of glory hallelujah all over each other!
Ameeeeeeeeeeeen!
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
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Doo-Doo Your Creative Doo-Doo Everywhere!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Beethoven pulls out his big space alien Dick and pees his music everywhere!
Pippity – Whoopity – Booooong!
So the dancing transvestite grizzly bears sing the Opera of Syphilis!
Fluppity – Hoppity – Zooooops!
And now big musical notes are crashing into everything everywhere!
Boing! – Boing! – Boing!
So let’s all do the naked with Satan’s big green penis!
Bwooooops! – Happy! – Syphilis!
You! You pop the joy!
Joy! – Joy! – Joy!
Me! Me sing the orgies to everyone!
Orgy! – Orgy! – Orgy!
And now let’s disappear…
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
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Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.
Mr. Dildo for President!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Poetry spaceships are flying out of Wolf Larsen’s hairy vagina!
And all the hairy vaginas sing their operas
To empires of erect penises throughout the universe!
And now, the waves of weirdness are destroying reality!
We must smash reality into pieces with battering ram dildos!
Battery ram dildos! Battery ram dildos! Battery ram dildos!
So magical testicles flying everywhere!
Oh noooooooooooooo!
The tidal wave of the ending of the poem is cumming!...
Copyright 2022 by Wolf Larsen
