Posted by admin on October 5th, 2007 filed in Uncategorized
THE INDIGESTION OF THE VAMPIRE Look at this red pear Hanging from a good family Where the butcher hung the rag on the tree. The bat's bloated again, Hooked on his dark nimbus Getting over it. Here is the cure of pity Upside down. Elsewhere the laundry Is buried, The deer tracks left by his teeth Look for the cross-roads, The veins that are still good Hold out their hands. Here's his story. His bridges are not burned only folded. In a while the swollen life He calls his own Will shrink back till it fits the mirrors, No worse for no wear; The eyes will come To conceal movement again; He will find his voice to fly by. That's how he does it: rock-a-bye, Hanging there with his silence all wool And others at heart, Two pounds in his pound bag, Shaped like a tear but Not falling for anyone.