011422c

blood bank
happy hour 4-6 am
all you can drink

101721b

horrific punctuation bare. your neck; my deer your antler's lovely. in the moonlight & I want to hole you. in my arms Thanks to John Reinhart for the first line.

031521b

 

dark days followed

death of their huge scaly hosts 

Cretaceous vamps

learning to suck protorats 

dry bones in their burrows

you are what you eat

soon they're growing widow's peaks

and sharp sharp teeth

030621

 

Lovers of the moon,

blinking dirt

from newly opened eyes,

finally post-human

 

120520b

Vlad Absent-Mindedly Answered in Medieval Hungarian

Immortality is hard!

You have to keep learning:

languages,

social mores (no impaling, for instance),

technology.

You have to keep forging new identities,

Finding lawyers willing to meet after dark,

Finding sweet young things of either gender

Eager for a Transylvanian kiss

(surprising how many think “kinky” is “cool”).

Your kids centuries dead,

You and Mina make your own children,

Adopted via transfusion,

No two alike.

 

 

103120d

 
One of us entered in a
bright October midnight
one of us lay sleeping
neck long and warmly pulsing
one of us leaned in close
inhaled the most intoxicating scent
one of us winced, then paled to ivory

103120c

 

teen vamp club

bonbons saunter in in pairs 

wearing high collars

083020b

 

vampire's curse

transformed to lines of code

long in the tooth

 

081220b

Tero Varpula

shut the door of the lab

his grin was terrible

060820c

sunlamps

the Count declines

my invitation

030720c

We've gotten rid of those dang vampires. The orbital mirrors bring sunlight everywhere, 24/7. Burn 'em to a Colonel Sanders. Now, if I could only get to sleep.

102019

Tread

I met a woman on the stair,

Chalk white of face, with raven hair,

I wish to God she was not there,

I missed my tread, her form so fair,

And now I’m falling through the air,

This fall may end, I don’t know where,

She’s smiling now, her fangs laid bare,

That vampiress upon the stair.

081319

after the meal

guests were stacked for composting

valuables auctioned

061119e

after the meal

guests were stacked for composting

valuables auctioned

053119

Pluto colony
sun too weak to slow
the vampire's down

051219

Superheroes

You have to jump,
and it's a long one,
but you make the leap.
Far below, a few cars are moving,
their lights illuminating
the fog from within,
its swirls and eddies the internal organs of
Ghosts.
You stumble and catch yourself
on the next roof with the fingertips
of your right hand on the gelid
Tar. You wiggle your fingers to
obscure any possible prints and
stroll over to the skylight.
She is waiting, alone in her bed.
There are so many ways to get through a skylight,
here are just a few:
* plunge feet first (closing eyes)
* rip it right out of its frame and toss it aside
* melt it with infrared eyebeams
* teleportation
* Slip through the crack where the water gets in.
But this skylight is open, and so you
simply jump down to the floor.
The girl smiles sleepily and opens herself.
You cover Brenda,
or whatever her name is,
while the CD changer shuffles through
some psychedelic rock.
It's good, very good, and lasts a long time,
superhuman stamina being what it is.
Afterwards, you trace the line of her jaw with a finger
that can poke through solid concrete.
She catches your finger and bites it playfully.
You slap her, not hard, and suddenly you are
wrestling.
No, you are fighting,
and it's taking all your strength
and art to keep your head from smashing
big holes in the floor and walls.
"Why Brenda," you say, "I had no idea."
She sinks her fangs into your neck.
You moan in terrible ecstasy,
your powerful limbs suddenly flaccid.
"Brenda, you suck," you whisper from
withered superhuman lips.
She picks you up and throws you into the
laundry chute. You slide down headfirst and land on
A pile of bodies. Somebody's thumb is in your eye.
"Fuck me, she caught another one," groans a faint voice.
It's Spiderman.
"Superman?" asks a thread-like whisper.
"He's not coming, Batman," Spidey retorts,
"he ain't that stupid."
"Anyway," replies Green Lantern,
"he's got Lois to wax his board."
"Well I only came because you did," Batman retorts angrily.
You won't die here, evidently,
But if these assholes don't shut up,
You may wish you did.

021319e

vegan vampire

each flaccid tomato

bears a pair of pricks

021019c

I wanna move some
where girls have the right
number of appendages
and no scales
(or not many)
and shorter fangs

100918

hanging outside
the Red Cross donation center
stupid vampires

060318

even vampires


those not allergic to blood

who choose scions wisely
exhibit self-restraint
avoid the stake
leave more "descendants"
the subtle survive
nature red in tooth and claw
is so old-fashioned
unnatural selection
millennia upon millennia
vampires blend in so well
they might be you
they might be me