Feral

Toying,
i was an atom bomb,
i was an explosion one thousand meters
above the earth
a wild one
there beside a small fissure
in time
a fissure, man,
can’t you see
can’t you nibble
can’t you take me there
toying

feral i am
flipping through empty pages
killing rhyme
to burn back
a backlash of
borrowed crime
feral aren’t we
the wild ones
killing so freely

i’d give two cents
to be that boy again
doing wheelies
down the street.