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The door to vampyreland is left open,

but it is a one-way portal

through which my mortal love can pass but once.

If you come into my world, it is forever,

on a bed of toadstools

with bloodwine served in tiny gold thimbles.

My wings are black,

molting with summer’s passing.









I tell you pain-filled secrets

that leave me defenseless,

for now you could scratch at the wounds.

The hurt is what makes you hunt a cure.

It is what makes me whole.

Pleasure's sibling,

older but no wiser,

it lures me to your

starlight-nightlights

but leaves me always one step removed

a lost cousin

my nose pressed to each new night

looking for a way in.





I gather storms,

acorns to plant in my narrow bed.

On summer days blue and bright

I nibble the stolen thunder

and wash it down with rain,

pale thin blood of the tempest.

You would do well to gather storms now too.

There is more substance in a cloud

than most human hearts.









Once I lost my mind beneath a wooden bridge

where mushrooms grew wild and speckled,

delectable eggs of the fertile cosmic womb.

Vampires are gluttons

so I played there crazy to the bone

watching the moonfall

and the rainshine night

drinking the stars in my cupped hands.

I scooped up the sun, evil morning fruit,

to steal its reflection from the river

dribbling it through my fingers

until it was gone.

It came back of course,

fractured water all aglow, mending.

So I beat at it with a willow stick

until it turned wrong side out

and sank to the bottom,

a popped yellow balloon.

Scholars said it was only an eclipse.

You and I know better.

I won the soul of the sun that once,

because I was crazy enough

to believe I could.









Which came first, the vampire or the shiny black egg? Do you know that the first amoeba carried the coding from which we would grow a billion years later? That cell was All - you, me, harlequin boys and mosquitoes on the walls of hell. Careful, don't drop that egg! Did we know each other before we began to divide and got lost in the afterbirth, did we share an antediluvian orgy?





Have you started to suspect

that falling stars are vampire hearts

thrown down from heaven with the trash?

Spare parts.

Left over thoughts

defying nature

to fall up to the underworld

without burning to ash.





I am vampire.

I am real though you don't believe it.

I am forever flesh and voodoo blood.

I am in pain from so much pleasure

and in rapture from the pain.

Feed me tears of the crucified Christ

and I'll call them vampire wine.

He cried bitter blood

for his creator couldn't save him.

Maybe the old man didn't love him anymore

or maybe he just got bored.

















I keep the stars in my coffin

only letting them out at nite.

Sometimes sadly

they fall.

















my love letters are death threats

and that's the nature of the game.

i'll make you pale

when your breath fails

and you kick and screech in my bed.

feel my arms constricting like snakes

and the fatal red flood of the flow?

want me to let you go?

no?

then give me reasons to need you

and better reasons to bleed.





I'm not gentle or kind.

I drink blood and make no petty apologies.

I dine on death with eternity jealous of me.

I laugh at heaven and hell,

knowing I'm beyond their reach.

I raise the dead to ride the thrill

when my children prey to me, offering tears.

I see men and women die and I am without pity

because they've chosen the easy way out

in little steepled buildings

where they pay to leave their dread.

I play dead just to talk with worms

who have more to say of life and death

than any rabbi or shaman or priest.

The only god I know resides in my mirror,

the only devil I've seen shares his eyes.

My will is steel, my heart a singularity;

my soul is from the grave.

I am a vampire.

The warder looks down at the mid hour of night,

On the tombs that lie scatter’d below;

The moon fills the place with her silvery light,

And the churchyard like day seems to glow.

When see! first one grave, then another opes wide,

And women and men stepping forth are descried,

In cerements snow-white and trailing.



In haste for the sport soon their ankles they twitch,

And whirl round in dances so gay;

The young and the old, and the poor, and the rich,

But the cerements stand in their way;

And as modesty cannot avail them aught here,

They shake themselves all, and the shrouds soon appear

Scatter’d over the tombs in confusion.



Now waggles the leg, and now wriggles the thigh,

As the troop with strange gestures advance,

And a rattle and clatter anon rises high,

As of one beating time to the dance.

The sight to the warder seems wondrously queer,

When the villanous Tempter speaks thus in his ear:

“Seize one of the shrouds that lie yonder!”



Quick as thought it was done! and for safety he fled

Behind the church-door with all speed;

The moon still continues her clear light to shed

On the dance that they fearfully lead.

But the dancers at length disappear one by one,

And their shrouds, ere they vanish, they carefully don,

And under the turf all is quiet.



But one of them stumbles and shuffles there still,

And gropes at the graves in despair;

Yet ’tis by no comrade he’s treated so ill;—

The shroud he soon scents in the air.

So he rattles the door—for the warder ’tis well

That ’tis bless’d, and so able the foe to repel,

All cover’d with crosses in metal.



The shroud he must have, and no rest will allow,

There remains for reflection no time;

On the ornaments Gothic the wight seizes now,

And from point on to point hastes to climb.

Alas for the warder! his doom is decreed!

Like a long-legged spider, with ne’er-changing speed,

Advances the dreaded pursuer.



The warder he quakes, and the warder turns pale,

The shroud to restore fain had sought;

When the end,—now can nothing to save him avail,—

In a tooth form’d of iron is caught.

With vanishing lustre the moon’s race is run,

When the bell thunders loudly a powerful One,

And the skeleton falls, crush’d to atoms.

He awakens to darkness on this place we call Earth,



One vampire’s bite brings another one’s birth.



A vampire wakes with blood thirsty needs

On the warm rich sensation he feels when he feeds.



He stalks in the night like a disatrous beast,



And what once was alive will soon be deceased.



So when the last bit of sunlight disappears from the sky,



You better watch out unless you want to die.”