vampire

the poet a vampire,
a troubadour sublime;
lonely wanders
in nomadic angst,
stalking night and
hallowed hallways,
shirking back
from crucifixions,
seeking to extract
the proverbial marrow
from ossian encasings;
teeth and tongue
syringe from within,
suckle the sanguine essence
the blood of life
yields death transcendent,
immortal the verse
that spills from veins.

~ 15 february 1995

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