The Gonzo Wolf

Swirling leaves defeat the sun’s soul, signaling sleep once more

A nap, a day dream, a nod-off in class; that’s all we’re allowed in the crotch of the American map

Shuddering, my perch withstands the onslaught

A week late or weeks?

The science is clueless depending on which side of the political spectrum you fallate more

Seventies science fiction would survive not a moment in such sorcery, save Star Wars, Star Trek, Dune, Alien…

Stay fooled; I choose waking

Fleas upon the mongrel’s backside

Parasites in passing upon the planet’s posterior

Waste not, want not; my ass

Waste most, want it all

It’s never “too cold for snakes” anymore

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