Wild Man

1 December 2013

Wild man lurk behind eyes,
pace beneath skin.

Rocks rocks rocks rocks.

Wild man was always is.
He here not here.
He long gone close by.
Wild man take no answers.

Rocks rocks rocks rocks.

Wild man growl bottom of throat.
Snarl twitch muscles of face.
Wild man in streets, in bedrooms,
at schools, behind wheels.

Rocks rocks rocks rocks.

Wild man motion without pause.
He free of doubt or thought.
He adrenalin, instinct, primal reflex.
Wild man released from bindings.

Rocks rocks rocks rocks.

Wild man trigger pulling itself.
He run straight lines.
He everywhere lurking.
Wild man cannot be disowned: he kin.

Rocks rocks rocks rocks.

Beware wild man —
he not far to come.

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