Wild

- where the wild things be -
Sometimes turn my head
Catch a glimpse
Of insubstantial wants
Desires carnal deep
A lurking other
The pleasure seeker
Hot angry conflicter
Skin deep beneath
The tailored veneer
of civilized behaviour
The do so's and do not's
Which predicate society
So in our termite busy
Crowded seething cities
We can get by
Trying to avoid substantiating
The insubstantial wraiths
Of chaos and disorder
The wild things we once were
Lurking in ourselves
Braying to be free.