instinct outside of context

walking down the street

driving in the car

riding on the train

flying on the plane

an eye for more than just

the routine comes about

like a pleasant smelling incense

filling the room &

suddenly the carnivorous within

makes sense of its surroundings---

the eyes change &

the carnal lust kicks in---

tracing the forms of those

attractive, breathing in more deeply

when cologne & perfume

pass by &

feeling a tenseness in the muscles

a yearning for release

for quenching of the unquenchable

for the satisfaction of what is

unsatisfiable &

all too common for the lot

is the societal notion that

the urge must be kept at bay

that it must be set aside for a more

“appropriate” context---

how civilized us animals are

when we stifle our lust for sex &

allow our lust to kill each other

to run rampant,

hiring others to do it for us

hiring others to go to other countries &

do it for us or

just walking out into the street &

pulling the trigger to set fire to the world

with a release not too different from the one

sex provides---

so here we are, us humans

staring at each other

undressing each other &

fantasizing as the day goes by

hungry & growing more so

with every passing minute---

the blockades that have been set up

by “acceptable social constraints”

soon will fall by the wayside

someday or night &

instinct will take over

because we are not yet robots &

we are not dead yet.