Thursday, April 12, 2012

Poetry: Donors Wanted


Vampires don’t bite;
They syphon with tubes
and needles,


And the blood is
warm as it flows
across your arm through
the surrogate
vein.


The magnets claim
someone
needs blood every
three seconds;


And you count
the seconds
(one two three)
As your life is
drained.


A fine cabernet
for the undead.

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