The Gonzo Wolf

Clouded sky, early autumn

Neon green ceilings

Polkadot planes litter the atmosphere; tea leaves circling spoon’s swirl

Solo sights and bass-rattles signal night has fallen in the city

Now is the time of hood heroes, legends, urban entrepreneurs bold enough to bully life’s predetermined grain, taking back what they swore could never be their’s

Their destinies unfold from candlelit shadows, cheering them on against the powers-that-be

A spark reveals my presence to the sharp-eyed devils who nod in approval

I fade once more; arboreal,  statuesque, & silent

Trickery afoot, brave one

You never really saw me

You just wish you did