Lonely Spring Vampires

Lonely Spring  Vampires

 

Mists fade moist.

Opaque rainstorms soil

the shriveling clay

  —laughing bluntly, madly.

 

The sun explores

  unhappily, and the stars answer

  about life.

 

The gray cursing cellos fear

rippling the pink apricot petals.

Lonely spring.

 

The loyal petal grins,

illuminated faintly

on the lithe and lofty ear.

 

The hopeful snowstorm moves

while mighty knives recur.

 

My musk skin remembers

songbird embraces and

demons breasts who sleep clumsily.

 

Scarecrows dream and conspire—

all sordid and vain, and

sluggish in pink while insulting the 

firstborn.

 

And spring vampires laugh,

remembering carousels, 

necromancers, and

  crying women, 

their proud rain jutting acid.

 

The bluebird is singing crazily, 

partaking lustfully in the 

addict-romping infinities 

that pinch and rise doggedly in 

flawless cold love.

            1 April 2013

 

 

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2 răspunsuri to “Lonely Spring Vampires”

  1. Very deep, a poem I will read more than once.

  2. flaviafelix Says:

    Thank you Jim!

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