blood suckers,
engorged with the sanguine sap of Catholic, Jew,
and for good measure a Buddhist or two,
more multitudinous than molecules
in a mastodon’s eye,
these whizzing winged vampires
leave an angst filled itch
in their wicked wake
they avoid me, though my blood
is there for the siphoning
with perverse sense of smell
they can somehow tell
I am one of them,
without the gift of flight
yet ******* my own crimson cream
both day and eternal night
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 3:19 PM UTC
blood suckers,
engorged with the sanguine sap of Catholic, Jew,
and for good measure a Buddhist or two,
more multitudinous than molecules
in a mastodon’s eye,
these whizzing winged vampires
leave an angst filled itch
in their wicked wake
they avoid me, though my blood
is there for the siphoning
with perverse sense of smell
they can somehow tell
I am one of them,
without the gift of flight
yet ******* my own crimson cream
both day and eternal night
Skeeters and dung eating flies...about all that is filling my verse lately
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