Let’s workshop this poem, set to George Michael's 80s hit "Father Figure," about how a man’s rough-sex fantasies for a teenaged artist get disrupted by unexpected paternal urges to protect
Contrapuntal Daddy
Daddy lust for the schoolgirl
sax starlet rose
to procreative octaves
until an inner light,
brighter after the groaning
goo of chokehold
revery, had him
(skeptic turned telepath)
hum astral prayers
to her dad—really
to himself, a dad too:
“Protect that tender melody.”
“We need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.”—Kafka (against the safe-space cancel culture pushed by anti-art bullies, left and right)