MY MELANCHOLY VAMPIRE

January 31, 2016

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I could could guess  you’re just near the end.

Tho’, You’re  so  dour

You don’t even stir at yr own humour,

Or don’t/can’t you comprehend?

.

When you nightly set out

Under yr mighty moon

To brighten and heat

Yr best features,

Yr long face  goes  on & on,

Though the shadows are gone

And when you face yr  distant stare

It doesn’t stop

At dead stars

But goes to their backrow bleachers.

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He’s aroused as the voices

In trees, on the breezes,

Distract him  post haste  w/ poetries,

They do extract his true face, those  ghosts in a wind.

Mostly,  They’ll  lift  him,

But their leverage runs thin.

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.                          (2006)

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