New Poem (Old)

You haunt me--you fill
my head with snapshots of you I
should not see--they boil and seethe
within the limitless confused 
molten furnace. You
say things that cannot be unheard
and like obscene petroglyphs
they litter the landscape
on either side of the molten
frenzy that is the core of who
I am--its banks and curves
unknown and too dangerous
to explore on my own--
and there you stand,
naked and grinning
and poised for the dive
into oblivion I am powerless

to stop--you haunt me.



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