Meanwhile. I’m still thinking…

Lunching on shrimp tossed with finely sliced tomatoes and cucumbers in vinaigrette. Cheap luxury. Reading a book on the nature of Time. Lazy intellectualism. Listening to Duran Duran. Instant nostalgia trip. What a world I’m living in. Time spirals in on itself. In need of new material. Wrote a new vampire poem based on half a memory of one I’d written years ago. Pretention shall be the death of me someday. For now I’m just enjoying the ride.

Peace Out,

corbid on a Sunday Afternoon

friday five anachronistically… Literary Five

1. What is your favorite type of literature to read (magazine, newspaper, novels, nonfiction, poetry, etc.)? A witty magazine, a subversive newspaper, a brilliant novel, enlightening nonficiton, cleverly worded poetry.

2. What is your favorite novel? “Animal Dreams” by Barbara Kingsolver, “Stardust” by Neil Gaiman, “The Mists of Avalon” by Marion Zimmer Bradley, “Reservation Blues” by Sherman Alexie, “The Bell Jar” by Sylvia Plath… F***, I can’t decide.

3. Do you have a favorite poem? (Share it!) “When You Are Old” by William Butler Yeats.

4. What is one thing you’ve always wanted to read, or wish you had more time to read? “The White Goddess” by Robert Graves.

5. What are you currently reading? A Charles De Lint short story anthology, A Lester Bangs rock criticism anthology, a book on cascading style sheets, another book on languauge development in babies and toddlers, and a couple days worth of newspapers. No wonder I feel so disjointed of late.

Bite Me

I invited the Vampire into my chamber

Because I was bored

Because it looked pretty

Because I’m no stranger to bloodletting

And it leaves such pretty corpses

Bloodless and pockets emptied but

With stories to tell in stone

And costumes and long locks of hair

And I know how to speak to the dead

And I know how to be one dead

So I open the vein

A little more

Wouldn’t want Nosferatu

To break a tooth on me

The wounds sting when they’re not bled

When the beast disappears

It’s time to start trolling the streets

Like some ratmad Renfield

Or the Ripper’s muse

Tracing the footsteps

For others of that inclination

Elusive devils

They don’t seem to congregate

And when they do it is of a dangerous sort

For the purposes of collective hunting

Of souldraining blooddraining

Of lovefeigning mindreigning

And they eat the flesh and spit out the bones

And I haven’t the flesh for the task so

Here I am, back in the chamber

Licking my stigmata

Till the wounds heal or the creature wakes

In silence that echoes

Because the dead won’t shut up

They’re like anyone else

And I say to the thing

In its velvet lined coffin

“This Sucks”

Bite Me

I invited the Vampire into my chamber

Because I was bored

Because it looked pretty

Because I’m no stranger to bloodletting

And it leaves such pretty corpses

Bloodless and pockets emptied but

With stories to tell in stone

And costumes and long locks of hair

And I know how to speak to the dead

And I know how to be one dead

So I open the vein

A little more

Wouldn’t want Nosferatu

To break a tooth on me

The wounds sting when they’re not bled

When the beast disappears

It’s time to start trolling the streets

Like some ratmad Renfield

Or the Ripper’s muse

Tracing the footsteps

For others of that inclination

Elusive devils

They don’t seem to congregate

And when they do it is of a dangerous sort

For the purposes of collective hunting

Of souldraining blooddraining

Of lovefeigning mindreigning

And they eat the flesh and spit out the bones

And I haven’t the flesh for the task so

Here I am, back in the chamber

Licking my stigmata

Till the wounds heal or the creature wakes

In silence that echoes

Because the dead won’t shut up

They’re like anyone else

And I say to the thing

In its velvet lined coffin

“This Sucks”