Poetry

Friday, 31 January 2025

Valentine Vampire

It's the period of the Phlebotomist

Dealing in plasma

All of them after the serum

What's your poison fill my cup

Buttercup, sunny side up

The butter wouldn't melt in her mouth

And sup the red, red wine of her blood


Ulysses was a sailor

On a mighty endeavour

A roll over

The shoulder

Jackpot adventure of sons

Too far gone

For his mother Anticlea

So nice to meet yer

Demeter

Or Persephone's daughter

The land was barren in the winter

Six months under ground

What a sin to her

To keep her away from the sun

The pale snowdrop face

Been kept in an indoor vase

And he, the explorer

Had to amore her

Blood

Of the father

Salt of the Earth

Tears cried in vain

(But not in love) yet


What's the Period, huh?

I don't know! The tempo?

Yeah

In the succour, Lord Such and So

Lady Suck, Lady Luck, Lord Fuck knows when

The women in my wife

The wifi, high wife, the fi

The fidelity of her

(The hifi of my wife)

She's the werewolf mother

The fe, fi, fo fum of the Wife

The I smell the blood of an Englishman

The Wifi, low life, half life, half blood

Low moon waning

Waxing, waning,

Half moon

Whining, complaining

Lining and laning

In the groove again and

Suck my thumb

Werewolf mum

The changing

But I didn't give a bread crumb

To follow me home to my castle

Alone

And give me a bottle of red rum


My dad died in No man's land, how come?

Who's to explain? What I need is some speed

And the roses are growing

And I must get going 

To your love

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