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.