Vampires thrive in neon light,
while one ray from the sun will
disintegrate them to ash.
They frequent grimy boulevards
when the moon looms pale and somber.
Swarms of people escape to the country,
but many thrill seekers are
loath to leave the metropolitan neighborhoods.
I should leave tonight.
Nobody can survive in these
tombs of tarmac.
Bars sell gin mingled with blood and vodka.
Civilians pass me on the sidewalk,
their mouths clamped shut.
I don't know who is fanged and who isn't.
Don't bite me don't bite me don't bite me.
Crowds whirl and chatter,
a racket of auctioneers howling prices,
couples arguing,
babies screeching.
Homeless guitarists play their blues.
Models strut
in mismatched apparel
so they can
juxtapose
for the cameras
that dizzy me with flashes as I trot by
with my pockets full of unpeeled garlic.
Leave tonight.
Lowering myself onto a bench,
I pray the trolley soon arrives.
Crickets chirp.
An owl hoots.
Better not sit.
I stand.
A man in a trench coat strolls in the road.
I caress a clove of garlic in my palm.
Leave tonight leave tonight leave tonight.
The man hisses,
and his teeth are sharp.
Porcelain daggers.
He lunges at me.
I chuck garlic cloves
like grenades.
He dodges my
pungent
projectiles
and tackles me to the earth.
We tussle,
entangled in a ribcage
of concrete and steel
dreamers call
City.
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Heartpen: Poems of a Cardiac Quill
PoetryAdventure calls to seekers from different eras, different towns, even different worlds. Paths cross. Journeys intertwine. This poetry book highlights mysteries that drive us. It explores loss, endurance, and the struggle to find truth. Featuring gr...