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.