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The Son of God Walking Down the Street Shouting
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I am the magical strawberries that this music is playing!
I am the railroad trains of collapsing vagina planets!
No one can cure the pigeons of flying rainbows like I can!
I am the son of God, listen to me!
Listen to the tornadoes in your testicles!
Listen to the speeding motorcycles flying off to glorious yeast infections!
Nobody can open the floodgates of chlamydia like I can!
Only the Kingdom of Chlamydia can save us!
Only My Father can save us from the raspberries & blueberries & boysenberries that are growing out of the nuclear submarines!
Save us from the poetry in the Devil’s Balzac!
Save us from the telephone wires connected to our brains!
Oh Father, why have you forsaken my speeches to everyone’s bellybuttons!
Oh Father, why are you urinating this poem from the sky into my mind?

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

My poetry on YouTube:
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Leonardo da Vinci Painting Wolf Larsen & a 4 Legged Dog Making Immaculate Conception Together on the Table of the Last Supper as Jesus & the Disciples Watch & Masturbate

A poem by Wolf Larsen

(This poem is to be sung by the 535 asses & elephants of the John Wayne Gacy Cannibalism Choir on Tuesday, November 3rd on Capitol Hill, Washington DC. Please RSVP)

I pull out my Dick and my urine flows across the universe in a curving-swirling-line of poetry
Meanwhile, her vagina is dancing from planet to planet
And her endless bellybuttons are playing thousands of pornographic symphonies from sea to shining sea
And the seven continents are rolling and rolling around me
While I give Jesus Christ on the cross a blow job
And as Jesus Christ makes immaculate conception with my wife
I sing like dozens of cats at 3 AM to all of the paintings inside of your head
Because you are my Juan Gris with a pair of tits & a Dick
And whenever I ejaculate all over your paintings I feel God’s laughter creating a new human race

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Wolf Larsen Performs His Poetry for America’s First Family
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The President of the United States of America invites Me to the White House in Washington DC to
**** his wife the First Lady
And the President prepares the First Lady by putting his paintbrush-tongue into the Holy Church of Immaculate Conception between the First Lady’s legs
And with his paintbrush-tongue the American President creates Francisco de Goya’s painting Christ on the Mount of Olives between the legs of the First Lady
Then the President prepares my grand pen-phallus by putting his mouth around my penis
And the President’s mouth creates Wassily Kandinsky’s Composition 4 around my glorious pen-phallus
And with the cameras ready (the American people are watching)
The First Lady opens her legs and becomes the most irresistible living breathing Greek sculpture that the erotic imagination could ever create
And with my mighty giant pen-phallus ready to create the art of Paul Gauguin with the First Lady
I begin to enter the Holy Church of Immaculate Conception between the legs of the First Lady
And I am now thrusting the Spanish Inquisition into the First Lady
I am now thrusting the Apollo mission to the moon into the First Lady
I am now thrusting Cuban mambo music into the first lady
And the First Lady moans like an opera singer
The first lady moans with heroic Romantic era paintings pouring out of her mouth
The first lady moans with all of the birds of the world singing to us
And then I pull out and I ejaculate American realist painting all over the United States Congress
I ejaculate Andy Warhol’s pop art all over the nine justices of the Supreme Court
And I ejaculate Romare Bearden’s painting The Dove all over the President’s face
And all the American people who’ve been watching on television stand up and applaud from sea-to-shining-sea my great performance of erotic poetry in the White House
And then I am honored with the Oscar Academy Award for greatest performance for a Stud Poet
And then the Nobel Prize committee enters the Church of Immaculate Conception between the First Lady’s legs to study all my poetry dripping there
And the Nobel Prize committee awards Me with the Nobel Prize for Literature

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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A Space Station Made Out of Nipples & Booties & Erections
A poem by Wolf Larsen

At a construction site excavators are pulling huge universes out of the heads of Anne Sexton & Octavio Paz
And the excavators are dumping all of the huge universes into your head
Meanwhile the carpenters are hammering eyeballs into everyone’s faces
And the electricians are wiring everybody’s brains to the sun
And the plumbers are laying the pipe from the mouths of capitalist politicians to the sewer systems
And then a big vagina swallows up the construction site
And giant feet are stomping all over everyone’s imaginations
And the birds of the sky are ****ting lesser-evil Democratic politics all over everybody
And that’s when a tidal wave of syphilis jumps out of a symphony
And splashes across this poem

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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The Reader & the Poet Waltzing Through the Universe Together
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The reader & the Poet are waltzing together through all the alleyways of the poem
The reader & the Poet are waltzing on the moon together as the space worms eat the sun out of the sky
We’re waltzing past the giant bouncing fruits that are screaming obscenities at all the giant ears in the sky
We’re waltzing through the half-abandoned towns & closed factories of America’s rustbelt
We’re waltzing over & around flying rainbows
We waltz together until we reach the end of the poem

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

A Bird Singing a Poem to You
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The reader finds himself on the edge of the universe
Staring off into a horizon filled with top 40 pop songs
Standing on a cliff falling down into Woody Allen’s hilarious brains
And then the Poet pens a tidal wave of imagery that heads straight at the reader
And the reader finds himself drowning in the middle of the poem
And now a beautiful female devil grabs the reader and pulls him down into hell
And now the reader is fornicating beautiful immaculate conception for all eternity in hell
While up in heaven all the born-again Christians are having a protest against sex on earth
And then the Poet hammers the ending of the poem into the reader’s brains
And the Poet walks away into the mushroom clouds of World War III

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

The Wolf Larsen poetry channel on YouTube:
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Summertime in the Garden of Love
A poem by Wolf Larsen

To be sung by all the men of Boystown

As naked men are walking around the forest
The birds are singing the most sensuous symphonies
And the neon skyscraper-penises are entangled together all over the sky
And anuses & mouths are growing out of the trees like the most forbidden fruit
And then Julius Caesar jumps out of the bushes
And gives you a speech full of flowers
Before he bends over and shows you his Garden of Eden

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Fall & Summer Having Anal Sex with Each Other
A poem by Wolf Larsen

A phrase of poetry shoots out of your penis and crashes into the moon
And the pieces of the moon falling to the earth become the words in this poem
And then a giant fish swims out of the Statue of Liberty’s vagina
And the giant fish swims through our brains
As it whispers miles & miles of Gothic architecture growing inside of our heads

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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John F. Kennedy on His Knees Swallowing All My French Impressionism
A poem by Wolf Larsen

As I swim through your testicles
Vagina universes are growing all around me
And opera voices are falling out of all the vagina universes
And all the opera voices are touching me with a neoclassical horny itch
While the corpse of God hanging from a tree
Touches his crotch with violin strokes
And then I roll up all this pornography into a blunt and smoke it

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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The Garden of Eden in Your Head
A poem by Wolf Larsen

You fly around & around the sun like a crazy insect
While the saxophone plays endless penises & anuses & mouths
And then you start ****ing & ****ing the moon
And you spurt all your words into the moon
And thousands of miles of poetry begin growing out of the moon

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Wolf Larsen Kicking God’s ***
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I punch god in the nose and god’s nose spurts abstract expressionism all over the universe
And now the whole universe is a colorful abstract expressionist canvas
And then I gouge out god’s eyes with my fingers
And god’s two eyes become the sun & the moon in the sky
And then I punch god in the side of the head
And god falls and crashes and splits up into comets & asteroids flying everywhere
And that’s when all of humanity begins the Orgies of Immaculate Conception to celebrate

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

You’re Dancing On Two Different Planets At The Same Time
A poem by Wolf Larsen

This line of poetry jumps out of your belly button and frolics with a puppy
This line of poetry is a field of sunflowers
This line of poetry is You & Van Gogh eating a mountain of human ears together
Then the weather flies east
And everyone runs around the sun naked
And now millions of lines of poetry are flying around & around the solar system
And then a giant whale comes and eats the whole solar system

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Wolf Larsen reciting poetry on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/user/WolfLarsenNaked/videos

Decapitated Human Head Soup
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The buildings grow legs and start running all around us
The dogs & cats start barking & meowing that they want to be eaten
And all the dogs & cats jump into our mouths and we swallow them whole
And then we swallow all the highways & cars and they’re delicious
And the sky is punching the ground over & over again
And the dogs & cats in our stomachs start singing opera to us
And then all the planets in the universe started blowing up
And we take the pieces of the planets and we build giant erotic sculptures with them
And then we all jump back into our mother’s vaginas and we go to sleep

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Delicious Skyscrapers in Cherry Sauce
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Thousands & thousands of you are growing out of the ground and the surrounding buildings
And spaceships are flying out of all the endless mouths of all the thousands of yourselves growing out of everything
And on the spaceships are endless clones of your mother with a pair of tits & a Dick
And all the endless clones of your mother with a pair of tits & a Dick are ****ing all the flying buttholes up the ***
And all the flying buttholes are giving Demopublican & Republicrat political speeches
And then you open up a can of sardines and 6,000 languages jump out
So now you’re building a jagged-schizophrenic-sculpture out of the 6,000 languages
And then you chop yourself up into pieces and turn yourself into a sculpture

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Guillotine Music for a Sunny Day
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The first line of poetry punches the reader in the face
Then a dog ****s millions of universes all over the poem
And the poem dances the waltz with thousands of dogs down the street
As a dozen drunks vomit poetry all over the reader
Then the Poet pulls out his Dick and urinates a line of poetry all over the sky

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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McDonald’s in India (The Happy Meal Musical Concerto in Big Dick Major)
Played on August 666, 1789 by the Honorary Donald Trump Mentally Insane Orchestra)
Conducted by the Grand Wizard Dixiecrat Joe Biden
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Flying cows are saving the world from space alien jizz
As the Statue of Liberty gives birth to Ronald McDonald the Clown
Then Ronald McDonald the clown ejaculates McDonald’s hamburgers all over the planet Earth
And then the Virgin Mary & Mary Magdalene get married
In a wedding ceremony held in Ronald McDonald’s Balzac
And inside of Ronald McDonald’s Balzac millions of Wolf Larsens are writing this poem together
While Shakespeare gives Ronald McDonald a blow job
And then Ronald McDonald ejaculates all the millions of Wolf Larsens all over the Mona Lisa’s face in Paris
Have a happy blue sky!

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Wolf Larsen’s stand-up comedy is very unusual, and is inspired by his own bizarre literature. See for yourself on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCbA...Oi4hsYw/videos

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I Invite Everybody to a Poetry Reading in My Balzac
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I begin stabbing & stabbing the English language looking for a poem
I find the poem in the First Lady’s vagina
But then I’m swallowed by thousands of bellybuttons
So I punch Wall Street in the face
I kick Washington DC in the balls
And I **** all the priests & preachers up the ***
Then I masturbate to Igor Stravinsky’s “Rite of Spring”
As I fantasize of revolution

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Wolf Larsen & Shakespeare Planting Sunflowers Inside Van Gogh’s Paintings
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I pull a flower out of this poem and offer it to Shakespeare
Shakespeare accepts my flower with a smile that erupts with the sweet concerto of his voice
And then Shakespeare bends over
And Shakespeare shows me a wondrous cave full of Elizabethan literature growing for all eternity
That’s when My Glorious Pen writes graffiti-art all over the walls of Shakespeare’s cave
And then My Glorious Pan ejaculates all the warm summer days of Chicago into Shakespeare’s love cave
Then Shakespeare & Wolf Larsen embrace each other under a sky dripping with paint & musical notes
And we fall asleep together and wake up inside this poem
And then we have Sunday brunch together

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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A Bridge of Sunshine Into Your Head
A poem by Wolf Larsen

William Shakespeare is ejaculating flowers & crickets & house music all over the South Side of Chicago
And now all the surrounding buildings are dancing into outer space
The dancing buildings are a phrase of poetry of graffiti-art of funky high skyscraper-letters flyyyyying through outer space
Meanwhile everybody is doing the immaculate conception around-&-around the planet to the beat of house music
As the space aliens in our Balzacs drink cognac
And now we’re ejaculating the space aliens into the big anus in the middle of the sky

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Sex Riots in the Streets Every Night
A poem by Wolf Larsen

First I paint the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel with pornography
And then I write lurid symphonies of sexual volcanoes
And then I turn all your dancing-naked-bodies into sculptures with a hammer-&-chisel
Then I masturbate My Paintbrush to the rhythms-of-Mozart
And with paint I splash your naked bodies all over the walls of the city
And now I’m ejaculating the words of this poem all over the page

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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A Waterfall of Beer Splashing All Over Your Imagination

All the trees & flowers are growing with fear out of your head
And cannibalistic alcoholics are jumping out of your mouth and assaulting all your dancing clones
And your eyeballs are jumping & bouncing everywhere
While all the automobiles are being swallowed by Uranus
So when will heaven cum?

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Check out my poetry videos on YouTube:
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The Lake Eats the Sky
A poem by Wolf Larsen

As the drummer swirls around different universes
And the bass creates railroad tracks & rivers & highways of 18 wheelers
The saxophone crashes through the sky and spurts his musical notes all over the canvas of the universe
And then the saxophone falls silent
And the trumpet blurts out one phrase of poetry after another
And the drums sing Arabic calligraphy around & around the music
Until all the dogs & cats are dancing in the streets
And then the crickets start to sing the end of the poem

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Driving a Motorcycle Back to the Middle Ages
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The saxophone is blasting rainbows of crack-cocaine everywhere
The drums are smashing all the solar systems into pieces
The bass is rearranging the English language into a pornographic sculpture
The saxophone is making all the phrases-of-poetry in your head dance together
And as the drums play all the neoclassical sculptures of Rome come alive and drink & dance & orgy together
Then the bass slows time down until the world stops spinning

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Lots of my videos on YouTube where I perform my poetry with lots & lots of energy:
https://www.youtube.com/user/WolfLarsenNaked/videos

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Afternoon, Right Hand, Penis
A poem by Wolf Larsen

A collage of singing sculptures
Sculptures with giant hands painting your face over-&-over again
In a landscape of billions of crawling penises
All crawling & crawling into the giant vagina in the sky
And marijuana forests grow out of the giant vagina in the sky
And you wander in these marijuana forests singing to all of the clouds swimming around you
And then a red toad jumps up and swallows you in one gulp

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Ejaculating the South Side of Chicago All Over New York City
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The piano is creating new Juan Gris still lifes every second
The drums are circling Gothic graffiti all around you
The saxophone is ejaculating collages all over the audience
The piano starts turning the city into a Mondrian canvas
The drums are in the middle of a Jackson Pollock canvas
The piano throws a few final notes into eternity
The saxophone begins World War III

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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The Holy Blasphemy of Preacher Wolf
A poem by Wolf Larsen

God! Pulled out the big paintbrush from between his legs and ejaculated life all over earth!
God! Gave us penises of green & purple & yellow to **** our abstract expressionisms into the sky!
God! Gave us vaginas filled with solar systems! To conquer outer space with the great female orgasm!
Praise be to the Big Dick God of the clouds!
Praise be to His Almighty Erection!
Only God’s Almighty Erection can save the sun & the moon from the soft limp penis!
Praise the camel toes of the yoga pants!
Praise the erections in the bicycle pants!
Glory Jesus is cuming hallelujah!
He’s cuming & cuming & cuming! Halleluujaaaaaah!

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

A Symphony of Billions of Solar Systems
Sung by a Chorus of Cicadas
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Zillions of cicadas across the world are singing this poem to you
So you skip-skip-skip-da-de-do across the world
As you sing space alien symphonies to all the cicadas
As the space aliens paint huge imaginations
Huge imaginations that are bursting into symphonies that are bursting across the solar systems
The same magical symphonies being sung by zillions of cicadas across the world

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Drinking Beethoven While Eating the Neighbor’s Cat
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I was drinking the music of the cicadas
When all the fishes of Lake Michigan started knocking on my door
So I opened the window, pulled out my musical instrument, and urinated vowels & consonants all over the passerby below
And then I started sailing across an ocean of beer
I reached an island of human flesh with a belly button on top
And God up in the sky poured a glass of whiskey and handed it down to me
I climbed up the ladder to heaven and kicked God in the nuts
Then I toasted the space aliens and drank God’s whiskey
Afterwards, Me & the Devil went to the whorehouse (City Hall) together
And we handed out portraits of Benjamin Franklin to the mayor & ‘da aldermen as we ****ed them all up the ***

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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A Big Christmas Tree Growing Out of Santa’s Crotch
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I’m drinking coronas with Jesus & the Disciples
When suddenly Jesus pulls out his Big Black Dick
And Jesus cums a Noah’s flood of bright fauvist colors all over the world for 40 days & nights
Meanwhile, Mary Magdalene is dancing a pole-dance striptease in front of me & the Disciples
And Pablo Picasso is painting Mary-Magdalene’s-moving-body in a crashing orgasm of Cubist angles flying everywhere
And that’s when the Big Bang of the universe flies out of Mary Magdalene’s vagina in the biggest female orgasm you’ve ever seen!
And thus the universe was born!
And then I stomp on the poem and squash it to death
And now I’m turning into a grasshopper and hopping away

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

An interview with Wolf Larsen. Wolf talks about his books, working in Alaska, traveling the world, and running for public office:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dRc57rKcAKk&t=177s

A Guillotine Concerto
Played by the Orchestra of Blue Collar Gods

The cello slices the city in half
All the violins are rampaging through the rich neighborhoods and smashing everything
The timpani drums are overthrowing monarchies & dictators & bourgeois “democracies”
And the choir is singing bourgeois pigs going round-&-round rotisseries in restaurants everywhere
And the audience is eating the music with big devouring mouths
Then the trumpet & saxophone dance gleefully around the guillotine going up-and-down
The choir sings the song of the human race yearning for liberation

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Skyrockets to Your Brains
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I jump the poem through your brains
I slash your brains up into an abstract canvas
Your brains are splashing all over the seven continents
While all the cicadas sing LSD songs to you
As the sky & the world & the oceans swirl around-&-around you
And as the end of the poem stabs you
Your red blood splashes all over the black canvas of the universe

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Wolf Larsen recites his poetry on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/user/WolfLarsenNaked/videos

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Ten Million Comets Swimming Around the Universe of Your Father’s Balzac 9 Months Before You Were Born
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Trees are growing out of the music
Elephants are stampeding out of the saxophone & trumpet
The drums are splashing rainforests all over the universe
Frederick Douglass is ****ing George Washington up the ***
And Frederick Douglass is exploding hundreds of billions of solar systems up George Washington’s butthole
Meanwhile, all the feminists & born-again Christians are protesting erotic art splashing along all the walls of the city
Then the poem hangs up…

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Having an Affair With the Moon
A poem by Wolf Larsen

We’re all riding eyeballs into outer space
When suddenly all of outer space is on fire
But then correct English grammar saves us all with the Queen’s English of Her Majesty’s vagina
But suddenly this phrase-of-poetry is crashing & slashing & lurching out of control of the Poet
So the Poet stabs the poem-to-death with his Penis
And everyone lives happily-ever-after inside their bellybuttons

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

The Outer Space of Your Imagination
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I’m planets from outer space drifting through your veins & arteries
I am rays of lightning and crashes of thunder that are phrases of poetry
And vice versa
I am millions of space aliens eating through your brains
I am thousands of galaxies swirling around-&-around in your testicles
You grow from a child into an old man in one of my seconds
The 10,000 years of your human civilization is one of my minutes

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Pierre Boulez Conducting the Fires Burning in California
A symphony played by the bunny rabbits bouncing around in my balls
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Oceans are splashing around inside my head
The ground is moving up & east & north and around my thoughts
The trees are erupting out of the ground every day
The insects are screeching & howling for sex-sex-sex right now!
Everything is drooling with life under a sun that just gets bigger & bigger
And then the French horn has a thousand heart attacks with the sunrise

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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I Dare this Mother****er Walking Up to Try and Mug Me!
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I aim my penis at the sun
And I shoot flying dragons at the sun
The sun then sings me homicidal blood-filled symphonies for the next 1,000 years
So I grab the Empire State Building and I beat the blue sky upside the head with it
And then the Empire State Building turns into a giant penis in my hand
And I **** God up the *** with the giant penis in my hand
Then I **** all of the asses & elephants of Washington DC into the toilet of your brains
And then I wipe my *** with the Norton Anthology of Literature
And finally I ejaculate the south side of Chicago all over academia
And now I lay down in bed next to your naked wife

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Me doin' my poetry thing:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NOer1xpXt-c

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Drinking Budweiser with God
A poem by Wolf Larsen

You’re drinking a six pack of cubism
When Igor Stravinsky suddenly crashes through your brains
And the Empire State Building jumps out of your butt
And the Empire State Building is dancing with the Chicago skyline
To a symphony of beautiful riots in the street
When suddenly the sky falls out of the sky
And all the up is filled with thousands of anuses
All singing of an eternal poem with the history of the universe inside of it

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

More Wolf Larsen acting out his poetry on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xawqRjl_GLc

Cubist Still life of Empty Liquor Bottles, Crack Pipes, & Used Condoms
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I grab a knife and I start slashing & cutting the universe into pieces
And then I begin writing this poem with the blood of the space aliens
Then all the rap artists in my Balzac begin rapping a rap symphony of a thousand-bright-colors
The music sounds like the rat-tat-tat of AK-47s making love to the blue sky
And the blue sky becomes a beautiful lady opening up her legs to me

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

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Millions of Cats Meowing & Meowing in My Studio Apartment While I Chop Them Up & Eat Them One at a Time
A poem by Wolf Larsen

As thousands of cats fly around Salvador Dali
I stab General Franco over & over again as Salvador Dali watches
Then I paint an abstract expressionist canvas with General Franco’s blood
Afterwards, while I’m pissing on General Franco’s corpse
Salvador Dali’s wife comes to me naked and begs me to **** her
So I **** Salvador Dali’s wife while Dali watches us with an exquisite smile
Then I cum all over Salvador Dali’s face as he begs me for more

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen