Leaves Open to Question

Written in response to Vampire Poem by Charles Baudelaire, & Suzy Cave’s Vampire’s Wife: Stuff.

V4.

Am I Vampire. 
Or Vampire's Closet 

with a drawer 
for every blood type. 

Am I Vampire Char 
head covered with ashes 
ashes

scaling the chimney 
in lutestring --
noircur.

Or undersea Pirate. 
Or frown-defaced 
Clown 

in oversized bib
and ripe nanny 
gown. 

Or chuckles the pig 
up on 2-legs 
and mechanized bike 

get it on get it on 
go round go round

mygodwhocares counting laps 
now -- fight-for-it!

Or is it Marie 
Saint-Cyr-Sur-Mer

dressed in habits 
black or white. 

And there's a murder 
in the mirror
using bungee and a kite. 

That comes and goes
like bugs at night 
for symbiotic prey. 

Or befiddled with transfused
at birdseye views
for mistery and sanguisuge

lept out! swept out! 
stole away -- 

Bitten into --
a portal vein! 

bloody lovelies vigils 
crimes of rue.

Or struck by lighting
manicked and
lagging a screw --

Chancy bouncy
brook and chain

rocked by cradle 
intermittently -- beyond sane.

Mazy raving 
reckless sublime 

wrestles with misery --
demons redemptive 
sacrificial sympatico 

fainty deliquium
"at 6s and 9s."

Breaks and 
breaks where windfalls 
dew --
 
entails caught up
by facultative 
sub indications

every time
one comes thru.