The Gonzo Wolf

Late summer beauty at days-end

Pipe full, tea leaves brewing

The Hummingbird was in-tune

Sunsets were worshipped once, and I figure those were better times

Sunset pickin’ sent the evening moon its wake-up call in the days of our kin

Then crack was invented

No one sh*ts on Mmm Bop in this house.

This isn’t even a poem; is it?

Fin.