The Vampire I have seen my soul and it's incarnate

George

Quick-witted and alert

Since the day we met,

Profound and happy memories

I can not forget.

Now it's 20 years -

Well, almost that, not quite.

Everything is wrong,

But everything is right.

Life

Life is a dark forest.

You cannot see your way there.

The most that you can do

Is find a rock and stay there.

Groping in the darkness

Grab religion, start a fight.

Jesus and the bible

Give you artificial light.

People who run countries,

Invent, write poetry

Are managed by an undisclosed

And secret destiny.

Great men who do not choose

The fortune that befits them

Will carry on for 90 years,

Unless a trolley hits them.

4-23-12

 

The Vampire

I have seen my soul, and it's incarnate

In a dusty coffin made of wood.

A drop of blood is clinging like a garnet

To her lip, her head inside a hood.

Foul the night! The moon in innocence

Hangs behind the clouds, and they are swift,

Black and grey, translucent and intense,

Through the holy darkness where they drift.

Narcolepsy – or enduring sleep -

Granting slumber ever like the sea -

Changing tides and currents rising steep

Beneath the ocean where the midnight be!

3-15-12

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