Vampire
I am a vampire in a grayly coughing dawn
I prepare a ritual of the hallucinogenic sleep
I lay down
My gnatted arms spread by my sides
I cannot
but let
an autobahn of blood be mealy in me
You know what I mean
We king our impulses, love
Eat and prey
Every day
In the cardboard arcade
I am a penny operator laughing copper
I dribble a bright novelty ball down the boardwalk
I can't make myself be alive
I do not feel sorry
I only talk about me
the laptop shudders violently when I type my About Me
Will I stay here in the ruin
of course I will
I say
I let it twine around my fingers
what I do is a conjunction
I smooth the gothic filament of my agreeing
and I close my eyes
And how an hourglass is wide on both ends
but wide enough in the center for one grain only
Is my voice in my throat
I use it to gorge
with my gentle introduction
"I can smell you
It's nice and I like it
Did you know that I am real"
5 comments:
My favourite yet this month, YES.
I loveee "an autobahn of blood be mealy in me"
So much of this is the jam-a-lam. Especially "gothic filament" and "I do not feel sorry / I only talk about me / the laptop shudders violently when I type my About Me". It has the Whitmanic boldness, but also the skepticism about Whitmanic anything.
Wwow. fabulous --> "an autobahn of blood be mealy in me" "I am a penny operator laughing copper" and "I dribble a bright novelty ball down the boardwalk / I can't make myself be alive" ...
Thank you for the lovely comments, and for reading, everyone.
I had gone to a Kraftwerk cover show later that day, and the song "Autobahn" came up, by coincidence -- or maybe not? Vampires know everything.
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