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.

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