The Gonzo Wolf

I found this poem tucked away in a random folder, as well as some stuff I don’t even remember writing! I remember this, though. I moved into an office, hoping GWP would turn into something I no longer have the desire or energy for. It was in a high-rise in downtown Dallas, and be damned if it wasn’t an incredible waste of time and money. It had an incredible view.

I tried to make my NYC dream come true on Dallas terms. I even took the train to and from the office daily. Three hundred feet in the air is the wrong place to learn tall buildings sway.

Skyscraper

Swaying in breezes

Hundreds until impact

Gravity’s stockpile of steel and glass

Projectiles to flesh

Constructed with best intentions

Maintained by the lowest bidder

And held with spunk

Beneath the promotional sofa’s cushions

No one rides for free

And all who lead

Violate every inch of innocence

No need letting go

Journeyed to tattle

Upon another invader’s lap

Sick souls gnash teeth over disputed property

Throwing refuse by the wayside, statistically named Lisa

Urban jungles beckon all, select few, devour who remain

Why submit to torture, molestation, and corporate white privilege

When you can fuck the cow for free

I’m only this crazy on paper

I promise