My blood yearns for fall
Sunlight’s reserved for the young, the attractive, and those who can stomach today’s fare without flinching
I race no more, casually strolling to instruct the firefighters on how best to do the job
The flames fail to burn my flesh; resistance built upon decades
Maniacal laughter results
Erase your mind
Look not west for life’s answers, but inward
I’m so goddamned tired
At least for today
Tomorrow is another of fate’s assassination attempts
Each breath is a near miss with fake blood and a Spongebob band-aid
Do as he says
Fight
Just not for him.
– Rev.
Also, don’t forget your book!
Today’s offering? Well, since we’re already in a poetic mood…
Poetry has always come naturally to me. Whether it is an expression of emotion toward someone I care about, or a display of humor pointed in the direction of those I loathe, it is my true outlet. Several of these works were written in a passenger seat while exploring the highways of the United States and somehow managed to survive “The Great Ex-Wife/Ex-Girlfriend Poetry Purge” of 2019. Others were penned during COVID-19 quarantine. Although it may not be the most epic poetry collection you’ve ever read, it all contains bits of blood and soul. You will feel something. Guaranteed.
Ode To A Purple Fan
I’m one of those people who can’t sleep properly unless I have a fan blowing on me with background noise. I don’t know why. That said, I was the proud owner of a purple box fan I’d inherited from family members who’d inherited it from other family members. There’s a possibility this fan has been running daily for twenty years. Both foot pegs had broken off and been lost over the years, so it fell over with the slightest of kitty-nudges. Mostly at 3am.
Last night at 3am, ironically, as with all shenanigans it seems, I awoke to silence. The purple box fan passed away surrounded by family. Well, it was just me, but I’m sure everyone else would’ve been here if they’d known. After all, it had blown all of us at one time or another. Let’s not forget the generations of Darth Vader voices it provided.
Rest in peace, old friend. That white paint smear from an oops in “who even knows” home will live in infamy.
Your replacement arrives via Amazon Prime within the hour.
Replaced like the whore you were…
Brilliance
The Gonzo Wolf 
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