Vampire
“Drink and eat,” the stranger said
as he offered wine and bread.
“Now please rest your weary eyes,”
and I responded, hypnotized.
Then he whispered, “Sum quod eris,”
before giving me a sanguine kiss.
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Twilight lovers
The sun bent low to kiss the earth
which responded with such mirth
that the sky was set ablaze
with orange, intimate evening rays.
Nepotism
Swirl around, ye Reds and Blues
whose swift embrace births violet hues
ripe as the passion of their progenitors
and deep as the debts of their inheritors.
Poltergeists
These damnable distractions
haunt my not-so-happy home
so I seek solace elsewhere
and pray they’re content not to roam.
Those days after you
The suffocating weight
which seems to permeate
this ugly, wretched mortal frame
as it’s screaming out your name.
Unfulfilled
I twiddle my thumbs and fritter away
the seconds, minutes, hours, days
waiting long for a sweet respite
which I know I will not find tonight.
Talewinds
Novel adventures:
revitalizing zephyrs
which save my spirit.
Photographs
You were once so very jovial
but then you faded away
until we barely saw you anymore.
But when you returned in force,
your visits carried with them a grace
of one who’d overcome their griefs.
Bottom
You know who it is,
every office has one:
the pretentious ass.
The Forging
It rings, it rings:
the falling hammer
which thunders down
on her raw heart.
The stony stares
and whispered words
of ne’er do wells
and so-called saints;
it rings, it rings…
The bitter tears
and futile fights
of nights when no
was not enough;
it rings, it rings…
It rings, it rings:
the forging hammer
which transforms pain
and flesh alike.
The stinging strikes
and bruising blows
from fists and words,
from friends and foes;
it rings, it rings…
Slowly but sure
there’s gradual gain
toward long-sought strength,
at last achieved;
it rings, it rings…
It rings, it rings:
the battered hammer,
long-worn from years
of raining down
on burnished steel.
A (wise) man of two faces 