Perhaps We Fucked This Up

poetry

Perhaps I am a vampire
but I have always been this way
he said
as sunlight poured through
the open curtains

You can stake me thorugh
and that will slow me down
and I will not fly from you
as a rabid little bat
or simply float out as gas

and he cackled when the door flew wide
and the whole of creation
lit our sitting room

I have sucked your wretched blood
and savored your filty scabbing throats
and when the time comes
I will eat your rotting hearts
in front of everyone

and you were panting in the entryway
a perfect silouette in the dawn
but he just kept laughing
that awful laugh

Perhaps I am a vampire
but that daytime shit
was just in old movies
and when it comes down to it
maybe you’re vampires too

Re-vamped

poetry

i wish that i were a vampire
but of an entirely different sort;
not possessed of boyish good looks
and not one that plays by the books;
not your normal vampire douche
and definitely not from Belarus;
content merely to sleep all day
and drink a little blood along the way;
not worrying about what would happen tomorrow
because i would have known enough sorrow
from living throughout recorded history
but always as an unfathomable mystery.