The Gonzo Wolf

Shoveling soot in micro doses

As sunset cleanses another

The city is oddly quiet

Recovering from yesterday’s horrible realization of Monday

And prepping to hump

Midway through a nameless scorcher

Soon to be considered reasonably and seasonally cool

As the summer day fades to black, I see the same skies I saw in childhood, but with less wonder

We never discovered; we just guessed from afar

It’s cheating

Gone are the hopes of science fiction

Forever are the promises of extinction

When will Disney reboot life?