The Gonzo Wolf

Sunset & Earl Grey

The sky fades on another Sunday

Low riders, lost causes, and the passions of inventing The South’s best mosquito repellent

Stop signs are suggestions; not law

Prove me wrong

No one hears the tree fall

No one sees the brake tap

In darkness, I’ll reside in moments

A shelter against the cicadas grinding orgasms

Spark, spark, glow

Happiness billows as the workers dash by hive-bound

A viewer; a watcher

A passerby on the people mover

Nothing changes but the scenery, if you’re lucky

Complacency is the birther of generational ignorance

Cloud wisps or contrails

Humanity’s tech just kills slower

That’s called agony; torture

And it’s not fucking nice

Violence answers nothing, but mutually agreed-upon combat is a spectator sport

Grow balls, oh strong in opinion

Hide not behind your keyboard shields

Those who’ve felt the slick of blood in clenched fists would type less

Martyrs can only be crowned if the cause is legit

Beliefs are uncategorical

And I’ve seen what awaits us