Poem: "Obsession"

Even though I call him my sun-tanned god;
As he laughs and skates on the waves,
I slaughter him in my mind,
A ghastly howl of the knife,
A trickle of the divine
To bring together in my mind
Some semblance of sex and death —

I do this, I think,
Because am I a neurotic? —
many would agree.

Only because they do not allow such cruel thoughts.

But it is the only way to rid him from the contours:
the image in my mind that sticks,
image credit: Jerome Park Reservoir, New York City

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