My Melancholy Vampire

June 2, 2010

Don’t forget, friend,

You’re  so  dour

You don’t even laugh at yr own jokes,

Or don’t you get them?

.

When you nightly set out

Under a mighty moon

To brighten and heat

Yr best features,

Yr long face goes  on & on

Though the shadows are gone

And it’s distant stare

Doesn’t stop at dead stars

But goes to their backrow bleachers.

.

He’s aroused as the voices

In trees, on the breezes

Distract him post haste w/ poetries,

Extracting his true face, those  ghosts in a wind.

Mostly,  They’ll lift him,

But their leverage runs thin.

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