The Gonzo Wolf

You may have read something similar to this over the years by poet Mary Stevenson, but, as far as I know, it’s a public beach.

One night I dreamed I was rolling along the beach with Jeffrey.
Many sexual assaults from my life flashed across the sky. Or maybe it was porn. I’m not sure; there were a lot of drugs on the island that weekend.
In each scene I noticed wheel marks in the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets of wheel marks,
other times there were one set.

This bothered me because I noticed
that during the low periods of my Molly trips,
when I was suffering from erectile dysfunction, sorrow or defeat,
I could see only one set of wheels.

So I said to Jeffrey,
‘You promised me Jeff,
that if I followed you,
you would roll with me always.
But I have noticed that during the driest periods of my life
there have only been one set of wheels in the sand.
Why, when I needed your Hunter S. Thompson Suitcase, you weren’t there for me?’

Epstein replied,
‘The times when you have seen only one set of wheels in the sand,
is when you stole that ten-year old chick’s Barbie car. You need to lay off the Help, Gregory.’

-Rev. Dare Cloud with help from Mary Stevenson; spiritually.