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Jumping Buildings in a Crashing Sky
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I was beating the Polish sausage with a piano sonata
Imagining Barack Obama & Donald Trump & Joe Biden wearing sexy lingerie and dancing around the pole on stage
When thousands of giant seahorses rose out of the ocean and began flying through the air
But then the sky collapsed into a giant testicle farm
This giant testicle farm was where all the political speeches was given by the elephants & asses that smoke crack
But this was the day when the butterflies of tomorrow were devouring all the seahorses in the sky of yesterday
So you skied downhill from the planet Earth to Mars
While you scream delirious caterpillars at all of the planets parachuting out of the sky
But then all of the classical music in Donald Trump’s testicles
Suddenly rebelled against all of the gargoyles in your stomach
So you went insane with all of the butterflies in the sky
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Fields of Dandelions Growing Out of Our Crotches
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Bellybutton monsters were invading the city
But suddenly highways of spermatozoa crashed into your city
And the music inside your genitals was boiling all over the world
So you jumped out of thousands of heads
And you screeched like a freight train jumping out of a penis
While you fornicated with all the statues in the museum
As 6000 human languages all fell on your naked body
So you let all the spaceships of the universe dock inside of your anus
And now all the skyscrapers grow out of the dandelions that grow out of the flying testicles that swim across all the oceans of other planets
Now thank you for your eyes
They were delicious
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Mozart Masturbating While Watching Me ****ing the Wife of the American President
A campaign speech & poem by Wolf Larsen (candidate for Grand Emperor of the public toilet on Mars)
Poem is to be recited by a choir of naked people as the Chicago Symphony Orchestra plays hail to the chief
allegro
Her vagina opens up into a surrealistic universe
Or does her vagina open up into a communistic universe?
Is there a Joe McCarthy clone screaming on every street corner in her vagina?
And as I thrust my spaceship into the big universe of her vagina
Millions of her belly buttons are swirling & flying in the air all around us
And billions of Gardens of Edens growing out of her millions of belly buttons!
Billions of Gardens of Edens growing all over the universe!
And meanwhile I’m entangled in all of these dozens of different blue skies
So that I’m suddenly in bed with the wife of the President of the United States of America
And we’re having a naked Civil War together with lots of ooo-ing & aaa-ing
But then hordes of Genghis Khan soldiers flying humongous dragonflies charge at us
So that me & the naked wife of the President of the United States of America
Are rushing across fields of poppy together as all of the planes from World War I chase after us
And nothing can save us except the eyeballs of the reader
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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The Statue of Liberty in a Whore House on Avignon
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I was eating out the Statue of Liberty
And my tongue was creating Paul Gauguin’s art inside the Statue of Liberty’s vagina
And as she sat on my face the Statue of Liberty was singing & moaning medieval Christian hymns
Then the Statue of Liberty’s vagina had a flash-flood of cubism all over my face
The cubism was so delicious that I jumped up and danced with all the sexy sheep of Montana
And then the sunny Sunday afternoon crashed into the universe
And the universe fell into pieces...
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Leonard Bernstein Conducting 10,000 Masturbations
A symphony-poem by Wolf Larsen
Played by 100 naked men in a bathhouse together
Penises are jumping out of all the words
And words are jumping out of all the penises
And the erect penises are growing larger than the skyscrapers
And the penises & the skyscrapers are dancing with each other all over the sky
And millions of buttholes are singing their music to you
And all the lips & tongues in Boys Town are singing opera to all the erections
That are jumping out of symphonies & paintings & sculptures
And God & the Devil & Uncle Sam are having a threesome together
Beneath the sky that’s being painted purple & orange & green
By naked muscle-bound construction workers that are as gorgeous as Greek gods
And now all the male Greek gods are having a pagan orgy of homoerotic everything together
And now I’m ejaculating the ending of the poem all over the faces of Donald Trump & Joe Biden
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Immaculate Conception in the Fields of God
A poem by Wolf Larsen
So my spaceship is traveling through this immense vagina
But now the US President is picking me out of his nose
And the President is flinging me across the humongous symphony inside of Béla Bartók’s brains
But now Béla Bartók’s brains are shattering...
And suddenly I’m amongst a thousand naked clones of myself
In a field of summer days growing as high as the universe
And I & one thousand naked teenage clones of myself are receiving a holy communion of blow jobs from the Catholic priests
And now we’re all ejaculating our songs into the mouths of the Catholic priests
And all the Catholic priests are swallowing our songs of endless joy
And now the handsome Catholic priests & me & my 1000 naked clones are dancing together
We’re dancing the solar systems of the universe swirling-around-the-big-black-hole-of-God’s-anus
And now a bunch of lawyers & Protestants & PC liberals are asking me & my naked clones if we want to press charges against the handsome priests?
“Hell no, we enjoyed it!,” me and my 1000 naked clones reply
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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The Holy Sect of the Great Penis
A religion & poem by the Holy Priest of Penises Wolf Larsen
for the painter Marc Debauch
Marc Debauch was conducting the Chicago Anal Sex Orchestra
In playing Wolf Larsen’s poem “Riding 10,000 Penises Through Your Wet Dreams”
When suddenly a thousand naked priests decided to write an opera together
It was the opera where everyone in gay bathhouses across the world sing their orgasms together
But then 100 giant penises with huge mouths
Ate all of the naked priests
So now multicolored rainbows of jism
Are jumping out of men’s penises everywhere
And into the open mouths of statues in plazas across the world
This is where a sky full of blow jobs falls all over us
So the human race all marches off naked into a pornographic movie together
And so the ending of the poem is a mural of debauchery as large as the planet Earth
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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A Giant Testicle Floating in Outer Space with Nearly 200 Police States & 8 Billion Human Primates
A poem by Wolf Larsen
for the painter George Grosz
The Atlantic & Pacific oceans are making love
Because the North American continent is dissolving into hamburgers floating up into the air
And on top of all the hamburgers flying in the air are trumpet & saxophone players creating delirious paintings
And now God up in the sky dressed as Ronald McDonald the clown
Begins urinating his Symphony of Comedy all over the planet Earth
And all 200 despots (presidents, prime ministers, dictators, kings, etc.) of the 200 police states of the world
Stand naked under God’s urine falling from the sky
And all the rulers of the world are conducting The Symphony of Police States
(Some with the façade of democracy)
As hunger & disease & war rage around-and-around the planet
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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A Field of Crickets ****ing & ****ing & ****ing All Summer Long
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The sidewalk jumps into your vagina
And then your vagina flies up into the sky and devours all the planets
Meanwhile your head Is Rolling Down a street in Kolkata India
And your nipples are at Columbia University discussing philosophy with a thousand penises
So now the time has come to make booty holes with red white & blue patriotism
To wave the American flag proudly at pornographic events like the ones on Capitol Hill & the White House & the state capital & at City Hall
Especially when you roll up the universe in a blunt
And now you’re smoking the universe
And you’re floating into all these Cubist canvases in a space alien’s gigantic testicles
Because right now with your pants down you’re ****ing that Henry Moore sculpture “Nuclear Energy” as a group of onlookers watch & applaud
Of course, Alfred Hitchcock is directing & filming as you **** the Henry Moore sculpture
Then two Tyrannosaurus Rex’s in police uniforms arrive
And they both pull out their penises and ejaculate law & order all over everybody
So now it’s time to go to the butt **** orgy at Cook County Jail
But on the way you’re kidnapped by space aliens with Liberace faces
So for a thousand years the piano is going East & West & North & South on this flying saucer
But then God - who is a giant lizard - catches the flying saucer with his giant tongue - and that’s when God eats you
Burp!
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Drinking Cognac with Dancing Galaxies
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Thousands of human heads fly out of the symphony
And the city’s skyline jumps up and becomes a huge phrase of poetry flying everywhere
And now you’re surrounded by a hurricane of images & painting & musical notes
And then you’re eaten by dozens of clones of yourself
The sidewalk then flies off in hundreds of different directions
And a tidal wave of Beethoven’s symphonies is headed straight at you
But all of Beethoven’s symphonies are swallowed by a jazz musician
Who grabs his saxophone and plays 365 skies all crashing into each other
Then you snort all the planets of the universe up your nose
And now you’re dancing under God’s urine falling from the sky
Next you grab the battering ram of poetry and you crash a big hole through the universe
Then you stuff all the cities of the earth into the big hole of the universe
And now 7 billions of people are swirling around you in a huge tornado
So you sit at the piano and play huge tornadoes all day long
While all the angels are falling out of the sky and crashing into the earth all around you
So your hand & your penis then begin waltzing through the Versailles of Marie Antoinette & Louis XVI
The guillotine is cumming....
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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The Vacuum Cleaner that Swallowed Up the Universe
A poem by Wolf Larsen
You & thousands of Igor Stravinsky clones are on a subway train together
Racing off to the “Right of Spring”
But somehow you wound up in the ancient Roman Empire instead
With big classical sculptures growing everywhere
And now huge spaceships driven by all the Igor Stravinsky clones
Are attacking the ancient Roman Empire
So Donald Trump & Julius Caesar summon up millions of naked Andy Warhols
To defend the ancient Roman Empire & McDonald’s French fries
But the Statue of Liberty pulls out her humongous penis from under her dress
And with her humongous penis the Statue of Liberty smashes the Roman Empire into pieces
And then the Germans invaded Italy with their bratwursts and beer
But then Joseph Stalin sends hundreds of Ronald McDonald the clown mercenaries to invade Italy
So now Italy is run by the dictatorship of Mickey Mouse having anal sex with Alice in Wonderland
Now let’s snort this line of poetry together
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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LSD Martians Snorting the Dixiecrat Party Up Their Noses
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Millions of brains are growing out of the mushrooms
The mushrooms are growing out of the songs
You’re inhaling the songs up your nose
Suddenly eyeballs are flying all around you
And you’re riding a cowboy song into as many vaginas as you can eat
Now Julius Caesar snorts Albert Einstein up his nose
And then Julius Caesar pisses phrases of poetry all over the millions of brains that are growing out of all the mushrooms
This was during Brazilian Carnival in North Korea
Or maybe it was during the Cuban missile crisis in Antarctica
At any rate you can be sure that this cubism is absolutely delicious
Especially with Fidel Castro & Pablo Picasso dancing the Make-America-Great-Again-conga line across the Pacific Ocean
Because I want to eat delicious strawberry planets all night long
And if we climb up Mount Everest together maybe we’ll find the end of the poem there
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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World War III with Delicious Pumpkin Pie
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Hundreds of billions of galaxies are splashing all over the walls of your living room
While your wife mates with a thousand naked clones of Genghis Khan in the kitchen
And your children are jumping off the roof and up into the stars
And your dog is flying around & around you barking about all the millions of giant lizards headed straight to your house from other planets
And that’s when you jump into the television set and you wind up inside of Marie Antoinette’s vagina
And now the giant space-age sperm of hundreds of men are swimming all around you
But since thousands of nuclear missiles are shooting out of the American president’s penis
The time has come to sing the end of the poem
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Homoerotic Immaculate Conceptions at Cook County Jail
A poem by Wolf Larsen
A song jumps out of her vagina and taps you on the shoulder
Then you swallow her with one of your thoughts
And as rocketships blast out of your booty hole into outer space
You feel yourself becoming poetry
Your thousands of clones are rowing Viking ships towards Mars
This is where a giant octopus grabs the planet Earth
But no one notices because everyone is conducting space alien symphonies
And all the fish in the ocean are worshiping the Béla Bartók God
While a black Charles Manson is driving a giant penis into thousands of galaxies
And that’s why I’m ejaculating all my subway trains into the blue sky
And now all the pagan gods in the sky are pregnant from my subway trains
That’s why I’m hijacking this armored car full of money
So I can pay my child support
Would you like some delicious skyscrapers with the end of the poem?
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Make My Balls Great Again!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
You & thousands of green leprechauns are having a parade inside the First Lady’s vagina
And you’re all spray-painting graffiti art along the walls of the First Lady’s vagina
And suddenly all the graffiti art flyyyyys out of the First Lady’s vagina and splaashes all over the sky & the landscape of North America
And now the giant tits of the First Lady appear in the sky above our great nation
And that’s when the American people knew that they were the chosen ones
And the American people fell to their knees from coast-to-coast
In worship of the glorious vision of the First Lady’s tits in the sky
And then the penis of the American President appeared in the sky as well
And the American president’s penis did ejaculate a great oration upon the American people
As the Americans danced with glee in the streets from sea to shining sea
With the red white & blue gooey orations of the President’s penis landing upon them
And all the actors in the pornographic movies are singing the great national anthem
As they do the great patriotic immaculate conception together in front of the cameras
And the donkeys & elephants in suits in whorehouses across the nation
Are doing their own great immaculate conception with the corporate lobbyists
While everyone ****s & pisses all over this great land of America (because there’s no public toilets)
And the legions of homeless picking through the garbage cans for food
Finally find the ending of this poem
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Lightning Bolts Jumping Out of My Penis!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The thunder crashes through the middle of the poem
The Poet’s spermatozoa rains across the planet Earth
And then you jump on a freight train across the universe
You land in a field of floating strawberries
Lenin & the Beatles are playing class warfare as they float in the sky
Millions of suns then rise out of your coffee and up into the galaxy
Then somebody whispers a garbage truck into your ears
You hijack the garbage truck and ride off into the sunset
But then the sunset explodes
So you now have to find a new ending to the poem
But that’s when a beautiful naked transvestite jumps out of the poem
And now you’re having anal sex with a transvestite while Donald Trump serenades the two of you with the Star-Spangled Banner
Then Donald Trump & Joe Biden begin having anal sex together while you & the transvestite serenade them with the Star-Spangled Banner
And then Ronald McDonald the clown serves up the end of the poem with Coke, fries, and endless war
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Blue State - Red State - I Wipe My *** with All 50 States!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Flying cats are flying around the spinning room
As I smoke crack-cocaine with Jesus Christ
And we’re watching God & His big black Dick make immaculate conception with the Virgin Mary
That’s when the ceiling disappears to reveal a swirling mass of crack-smoking angels swirling all the way up to the big toilet in the middle of the universe
And now someone’s knocking on the door
So I open the door and a huge monster with an erect penis and two heads is standing before me
One head is that of a donkey, and the other head is that of an elephant
Each head has a toilet in the middle of his face
The donkey spoke out of the toilet in the middle of his face and said that he wanted my vote to become President and **** America & the world up the *** with his liberal-Dixiecrat-values
And then the elephant spoke out of the toilet in the middle of his face and said that he wanted my vote to become President and **** America & the world up the *** with his conservative-Republican-values
That’s when I pulled out my big kosher meat that’s even bigger than God’s big black Dick
(because I’m of the chosen people!)
And I proceeded to urinate this line of poetry all over the two headed monster of the donkey & the elephant
And then I shut the door on this poem
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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The Space Alien Invasion of Pornography
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Soon to be a pornographic musical of space aliens in the White House
I was riding 10,000 penises
Across a universe of giant bananas
When suddenly a tidal wave of Beethoven’s spermatozoa
Drowned all of the planets & moons & suns of the universe
And I was riding a surfboard on this giant tidal wave of Beethoven’s spermatozoa
All the way to the store of singing belly buttons
Inside the store all the hallways led to different solar systems that were galaxies away
And the shelves of the store were filled with poems & symphonies & paintings that were dripping their spermatozoa everywhere
So at the store I stuck my tongue up the vagina of a giant talking lizard
And me & the giant talking lizard boarded a flying penis that blasted off into the imagination of Hieronymus Bosch
And suddenly 7 billions of human beings were trapped inside of the imagination of Hieronymus Bosch
And a wrecking ball smashed the planet Earth into pieces
And we’ve all been practicing the poetry of cannibalism ever since
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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A Poem Written in a Brothel while Partying with Mozart & the White Lady
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I’m pissing into the universe
And right now thousands of gargoyles are jumping out of the penis of Hieronymus Bosch
And all the thousands of gargoyles are devouring the planets in our solar system
And the jazz drums are playing abstract Expressionism exploding again and again across the universe
And everyone jumps into their own belly buttons and hides there for centuries
So now I’m jumping on a flying banana and flying off into one of Jackson Pollock’s paintings
Except a Bruckner Symphony hits me upside the head
And a Buddhist monk in high heels & lingerie steals all my body organs
So now I’m floating amongst thousands of statues in a sky of purple & green
And the Statue of Liberty is burning down the moon with her torch
And that’s when I jump out of my grave at the cemetery and I give heart attacks to everybody standing around at my funeral
So everybody having heart attacks is clawing & clawing at the sky
And they’re all begging the gargoyles in my testicles for mercy
But then a swinging wrecking ball smashes the universe to pieces
So we grab all the pieces of the universe together and start rebuilding the universe
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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How Wolf Larsen Gave All the Space Aliens Genital Herpes
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I sing all your hallucinations to the flying cows
And the flying cows pull out gigantic Eiffel Towers from their crotches
And they ejaculate Gustav Mahler symphonies all over the planet Earth
So all the dogs & cats begin rioting on streets across the world
And then all the space aliens begin rioting on streets across the universe
And the sky is shattered and all the planets are burned down
And that’s when the space aliens sing pornographic opera songs to all the dogs & cats
And a new abstract Expressionist government is established throughout the universe
And all the space alien porno actors of the universe
Have a gang bang with the Queen of England, Mother Theresa, & the Virgin Mary
And everyone lives orgasmicly ever after
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Immaculate Conception With a Tyrannosaurus Rex in Washington DC
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I was waterskiing on the moon
When a symphony suddenly hit the moon and smashed the moon into millions of pieces
That’s when a space alien grabbed me and threw me into a 1970s pop song
So I sung the blue sky all over my ancestors
And right now millions of freight trains are jumping out of your penis
And you’re shaking hands with Lake Michigan
Next the Pacific Ocean jumps up and swallows the universe
So now all the penguins are sitting on a beach in Florida getting drunk
Now it’s time to tattoo the ending of the poem all over your naked body
But I have to dig your grave first
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Birds at Dawn Singing a Poem to Me
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I’m snorting all the politicians of Washington DC up my nose
Then I play golf with the castrated testicles of politicians
And then I **** my poetry into the holes in the golf course
Numerous holes-in-one!
But then all the planets of the universe are invaded by clones of the American president
And everybody is screaming poetry out of their anuses
So I start juggling all the European cities in my hands
And now all the European cities are in midair
But then I fumble and all the cities of Europe come crashing down on me
And now I’m a phrase of poetry creeping up your naked skin
And your orgasm is multiple tidal waves of art splashing across the universe
Now you’re laying down on the moon
Looking up at your female orgasm dripping off of all the planets of the universe
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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The Skyscrapers are Singing Red, Blue, & Green
A poem by Wolf Larsen
A tornado jumps up and starts throwing thousands of art movements around
And millions of Greek sculptures are parachuting out of the skies
And tidal waves of classical music are flying out of everywhere
And huge erect penises are popping out of everybody’s brains
And the bellybutton songs are invading the other planets
And nobody can find their hands because their penises are singing opera
So huge earthquakes are re-creating the world
And the world is being re-created over and over again
And the poetry is banging and banging on everybody’s doors
And the marching feet are marching off the planet Earth
And into the imaginations of thousands of Gods
The thousands & thousands of gods in our testicles
That are all screaming their abstract Expressionism at the awaiting vaginas
And the awaiting vaginas are yearning to be filled with everybody’s abstract Expressionism
Until the ending of the poem is pregnant with the 10,000 monsters of your imagination
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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The Jesus Christ Super Sonic Flying Dildo
A poem by Wolf Larsen
You’re riding a big vacuum cleaner through the universe
And you’re being attacked by big flying strawberries
Who are shooting vicious bananas at you
That was when a giant space mermaid with the face of Cleopatra
Devoured you & the rest of the 21st-century
And then big floating Polish sausages start invading the solar system
Thrusting straight into the big hole in the middle of the universe
And the big hole in the middle of the universe is singing Italian opera
And millions of little Woody Allen clones are crawling & crawling in the pubic hairs of the Roman Empire
So huge nipples are declared President of the United States of America
And we ate a screaming Pablo Picasso for breakfast lunch & dinner
Of course the Queen of England was the waitress
But that was before the blue sky ate through your brains
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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The Sunny Day of the God Jism Festival
A poem by Wolf Larsen
All the planets & suns & moons jump out of the toaster in your kitchen
And on all the planets are Greek philosophers screaming pornographic philosophies
While all the flying frogs are jumping from one moon to the other
And all the flying frogs are eating people & space aliens
As everyone’s ears begin singing flying dildos up into outer space
And all the giant ears attached to human legs are walking through huge poems that are devouring everything
And all the Italian Renaissance artists are in a crackhouse on the moon painting pornographic religions with their jism
And then the poem stops at a stoplight at a busy intersection
And you jump out of the poem and walk down the street
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Wolf Larsen Jizzying All Over The Statue of Liberty’s Face
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Dedicated to my genital herpes
Thousands of planet Earths start growing in your head
And now a big lizard’ s tongue has grabbed you!
Oh no!
Oh reader! Prepare to be eaten!
And the next thing you know you’re inside the stomach of some lizard!
So now you’re praying to God to change your situation
So God changes you into a herpes sore on the American President’s penis
And The Bipartisan Herpes Orchestra of Washington DC welcomes you with “Hail to the Herpes!”
Of course you feel honored!
Meanwhile God is ****ting the universe out of his butt hole
And all the giant lizards of both political parties are blabbering & blabbering herpes & more herpes in front of the television cameras
While sunny days & rainy mornings are crashing into each other all around you
Meanwhile God is wiping his *** with this poem
And the American Commander-in-Chief is busy Making Herpes Great Again with the First Lady
And everyone in America before ballgames & football games now sings the Great Herpes National Anthem
To all the dolphins who are swimming in this line of poetry
And all the rats on Capitol Hill & Wall Street start rioting demanding the end of this poem
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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A Homoerotic Naval Exercise on a Nuclear Submarine
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Thousands of kangaroos were hopping out of the Bible
And Jesus Christ clones are riding the kangaroos hopping everywhere
And all of the Charles Manson gargoyles growing on the walls
Are devouring huge mathematical equations made out of purple & blue & green dildos
And the purple & blue & green dildos are flying out of the opera singers’ mouths on stage
While you sit in the audience masturbating the French Impressionism between your legs
And now you’re ejaculating your nuclear missiles all over the opera singers on stage
And then the devil jumps out of the floor and begins reciting Wolf Larsen’s poetry
As all the Jesus Christ & Charles Manson clones having anal sex on the ceiling
(painted by Michelangelo)
Are ****ting their symphonies all over the audience members
And everybody in the audience gets up and dances like strawberries & bananas kissing each other forever
And the ending of the poem picks up a sledgehammer and smashes the English language into pieces…
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Kubla Kahn’s Eiffel Tower in Xanadu’s Pleasure Cave
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I was building a Temple of Lust out of electric flying penises
When Kubla Khan did cum and decree that the Eiffel tower between Wolf Larsen’s legs
Shall be a stately pleasure dome for all the sheep of Montana
And as The Almighty Poet pleasures all the sheep of Montana
The sheep shall recite Wolf Larsen’s poetry to all the Cubist ejaculations of Pablo Picasso
In that great whorehouse of Avignon known as City Hall
Underneath a sky of falling jism waterfalls
Splashing fauvist knowledge all over the planet Earth
With the brightly colored paint-spermatozoa of the great ejaculator: Kubla Khan
This Southside of Chicago Kubla Khan - the greatly endowed prowler of public toilet heavens
In the homoerotic glory of Greek statues coming to life amongst festivals of pagan lust
While at the great American debates of diarrhea
Between a nation of asses & elephants
Under the glorious falling jism of God
We wait for World War III
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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A Charles Manson Portrait in the Louvre Reciting a Poem to You
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Thousands of subway trains are flying around your giant penis
And all the entranceways to the magical vaginas
Are guarded by magical guillotines
And the magical guillotines are singing their opera all night long
While waiters with planets as heads
Are serving the delicious castrated genitals of God
To the ballerinas that are dancing around the mushroom clouds
And now all the airplanes are flying into your ears
As you recite this poem to the clouds inside your head
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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A Spaceship Sailing from Your Imagination into Ancient Times
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The blue sky is singing its orgasm to me
And all the planets are falling out of my butthole
And my bellybutton is talking to me in secret languages
While my feet are walking across the English language into the brains of thousands of gargoyles
And my eyes are swirling with the swirling solar systems
And my hands are masturbating all of the great Roman emperors
Whose penises are ejaculating this poem all over you
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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World War III Makes My Balls Itch
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The trumpet is playing all your wet dreams
When suddenly your giant penis rises up and crashes into heaven
And somehow all the nuclear submarines in heaven wind up floating in your toilet
The President of the United States is notified of the situation
But the President is too busy snorting all the orgies of the Roman Empire up his nose
Meanwhile the First Lady’s Tits proclaim sanctions on Canada
Because Canada harbors terrorist polar bears that fly out of the penises of Canadian Mounties every leap year
Meanwhile the Dixiecrat contender for President is picking Andy Warhol’s art out of his nose
And then a mushroom cloud jumps out of God’s penis and says, “Good Morning!”
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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The Tribunal on Corporate Wife Exchanges
Declares a Ruling on Jellyfish Jism
A poem by Wolf Larsen
This ruling shall be sung by nine pairs of buttocks wearing judge’s robes.
Whereas, the walls of jellyfish jism
Are lollipops to the delirious tongues of porn actresses
Whereas, the intergalactic-bellybutton-exchanges
Are a threat to our capitalist civilization of government & corporate whorehouses
And whereas, The Tribunal on Corporate Wife Exchanges
Recognizes the importance of huge testicles in all of our ceilings
The Tribunal on Corporate Wife Exchanges declares that
Blue skies made out of crawling tarantulas
Can no longer be considered classical music to all of the space alien murals
Inside the brains of fish
Especially when the fireworks be jumping out of our penises
So, in response, The Tribunal on Corporate Wife Exchanges declares that
All female orgasms shall be taxed by intergalactic fish riding bicycles
Through all the glorious buttholes of bourgeois good taste
Found in the grand toilets of the pubic hair planets
And furthermore, The Tribunal on Corporate Wife Exchanges
Finds that all buttholes in the faces of capitalist politicians shall be
Declared to be orifices of wisdom
Whose knowledge is as infinite as any smiling *** running for President
This declaration of The Tribunal on Corporate Wife Exchanges
Posted on this tidal wave of Tuesdays
In this season of elections to decide who shall be the Great Syphilis of the Free World
On this planet of whorehouses
So help us to eat dog
Yummy!
And finally, to conclude this declaration worthy of publication on your favorite toilet paper
Let us all accept these “donations” of white envelopes under the table
With all the graciousness of a wicked wink
In the honorary tradition of buttocks in black robes everywhere
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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A Giant Duck Singing the World on Fire
As it Rides a Kangaroo Off to the Vietnam War
a poem by Wolf Larsen
I was setting fire to all the space satellites in my dreams
When a flying giraffe with huge teeth bit the moon in the ***
I said I was setting fire to all the space satellites in my dreams
When a flying giraffe suddenly bit the moon in the ***
And now my wife has been swallowed by the big black hole in the middle of the universe
And I don’t know what to do
I’m so broke and hungry that I be eating all the thoughts in your head
I say that I be so broke and hungry that I be eating all the thoughts in your head
And that’s why the universe is being eaten by ants that escaped from a Salvador Dali painting
Now it’s time to go
And fly off to the land of pink mountains & talking rivers
I say that now it’s time to go
And fly off to that land of pink mountains and talking rivers
Hope you all have a good time floating on that big old testicle in outer space
It’s time to say goodbye
Biiiinnggg - boooonnnngggg - boooooommm…
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Spermatozoa Waltzing & Waltzing Around Your Ballsack 24 Hours a Day
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Thousands of planet Earths begin waltzing around the symphony
And the symphony is waltzing & waltzing around your spermatozoa
As your spermatozoa is flying up into the womb of the sun
And the sun’s rays are waltzing & waltzing around the city
And the buildings & architecture of the city is waltzing & waltzing around you
And all the naked angels of heaven are waltzing & waltzing around you
As you walk through a universe of planets & suns & moons waltzing & waltzing around you
And now thousands of your clones are waltzing & waltzing around you as you sleep in your bed
And you wake up in hell to millions of sexy demons all waltzing & waltzing around you
And then you ejaculate poetry all over the universe
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Two Luscious Mangoes & an Erect Mayflower Between the Preacher’s Legs
A poem by Wolf Larsen
Glory hallelujah to this empty page screaming at me
Glory hallelujah to all the spermatozoa in your brains
Glory hallelujah to all the symphonies in your ballsack
And praise the horny dogs that hump our legs
Praise the horny dogs for all the screaming monsters in these words
Praise the prostitute-politicians of both political parties
Praise the prostitute-politicians for all the pink rabbits jumping out of these words
Praise the priests & preachers
Praise the priests & politicians for all the vaginas devouring the rainbows in the sky
Can I get an amen
Can I get an amen for all the blueberry verbs flying off the page
The blueberry verbs that fly into our salivating mouths
Can I get an amen for all the transvestites strawberries
The transvestite strawberries that make nuclear submarines delicious
Now it’s time for collections & donations
Give me 10% for all nouns smoking crack cocaine in this poem
Give me 10% for all the city’s buses flying off to Jupiter
And before you leave here
Let me ejaculate all the sounds & smells of the city
All over you
And be blessed
With horny verbs dripping from your skin
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Poetry is a Playground
A poem by Wolf Larsen
A child is digging in a sandbox for rainy nouns & sunny verbs
And then Bozo the Clown pulls a fire truck out of his *** and gives it to the child
And now the child is driving the fire truck down the avenue in Manhattan crashing into all the solar systems on the way
And the child’s smile stretches across the universe
And all the planets & suns & moons float out of out of the child’s smile
And that’s when a tornado in outer space grabs the planet Earth and throws it into a children’s story
And the children’s story puts on the intergalactic robes of the space manikins
And then the Great Wizard of Spermatozoa waves his Magic Dick
And turns the solar system into a delicious pastry being eaten by the reader
And now the reader floats up into a thunderstorm
And the reader is eaten by the end of the poem
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Three Dancers & a Cello
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The first modern dancer jumps from the earth to the moon
The second dancer creates thousands of phrases of poetry in a series of bodily movements
The third dancer creates 2,000 years of immaculate conception in just a matter of moments
Then the cello does South America before it blossoms with Ireland and then throws in a jazz note
Meanwhile, the first dancer has jumped back to earth and is now rioting on stage
The second dancer is dancing the alphabet in reverse
The third dancer moves like she’s lost inside of a painting that we cannot see
Meanwhile, the cello is crashing the 20th century around a bit, before it dives into Romanticism
And the three dancers are doing 3 different world wars on stage
The cello plays the approaching mushroom clouds
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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The Blue Sky in Your Nightmare
A poem by Wolf Larsen
All the politicians are riding flying dildos off into the mushroom clouds
And choo-choo trains are rolling out of eyes & ears & penis of Mickey Mouse
And all the children are riding the choo-choo trains around God & the Devil doing immaculate conception together
While the new Czar of capitalist Russia is riding a surfboard into the 19th century
And the Big Rump of the White House is tweeting space alien hieroglyphics to all the laughing clowns in our testicles
While the American secret police & regular police & national guardsmen are busy stomping out freedom & liberty from sea to shining sea
And the Dixiecrat challenger for the throne of the world’s Warlord-in-Chief is slithering towards the election finish line
And now the poem becomes a tornado of screaming-human-faces
And paint & musical notes are falling out of the mouths of the screaming-human-faces
And now this poem is dripping in paint & musical notes
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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Futuristic Spermatozoa Machines that Blow in the Dark
A poem by Wolf Larsen
In the future we will communicate with each other via intergalactic telepathic spermatozoa
In the future we will make love via flying lollipops
In the future we will travel via love testicles with rocket boosters attached
In the future we will write poetry with the castrated penises of space aliens
In the future each one of us will have thousands of faces which we will share with each other every day
In the future we will create reality by picking humongous alligator eyeballs out of our noses and smearing them all over the walls of mental institutions
Everyone will snort everyone else up their noses in the future
We will live inside of each other’s brains
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
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A Homeless God Addressing the Seagulls
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The telepathic messages from our penises are burning through the sky
And the sailboats flying around our heads are really angels
The most beautiful angels that attack us with talking vaginas
While the skyscrapers scream & scream all night long
And the lake jumps over the space satellites
While the heavens come crashing down into our brains
And our brains are filled with herpes sores that talk to us in our sleep
So we pick up sticks off the ground and throw them at the big vagina in the middle of God’s face
And while God sits on the toilet reciting the 10 Commandments
We give the end of the poem a blow job
Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
