Born to be Wild – poems 2 die for

BACK TO STEPPENWOLF

where have they all gone?
those magical theatres

maybe
they were thought so alien
had to be
smuggled off the planet

and so
nowhere
for that wolf to go

have to keep it
under wraps
test-tube bottled
like a inner worm

caged,
your inner tiger tiger

and there’s Mozart
beauty in his oratorios
but also secret code

and hard rock tar burning
up the highway

head out
of the window

should it not
get decapitated, your head
in that onrush of air

no greater
psychic blast