last night, a
*vampyre came
sniffing at my
door,

larnyx-scarring, in
the midnight hour
she cries more,
more, more,
where's my wife,

diving into my
mosh pit, with
a rebel yell, where
in the hell,

pre-Columbian
goddesses need
more than gods
of war on their
side, so

why they invented
Tequila,

in the midnight
hour, firebrand
cries more, more,
more,

hawthorn around
my windows and
doors, gonna drive
a whitethorn wooden
stake through the
vampyre's heart,

laying out tarot with
the sexton's spade,
fatal run-in with the
sasquatch, many a
poet miner wants
that Klon-dyke,
many a sherpa want
her hairy yeti, f***ing
New Year's 2007
confetti,

in the midnight
hour, firebrand
cries more, more,
more,

bingbuffer, fillyloo,
snawfus, the albino
deer, supernatural
spirits of Montezuma
Tequila, Billy Idol
I tell you they're my
idols, my totems,

zombi tastes salt
on the rim, the horny
bull cocktail,
regains its faculties,
remembers it's dead,
seeking its grave,
dying again__this
time permanently,
iced, an oz poured,
topped with oj, a
reasonable fascimile,
two and you have no
fear of anything at all,

in the midnight
hour, firebrand
cries more, more,
more,

delight in more
carnal pursuits,
insatiable passion
to sustain, diving
into my mosh pit,
with a rebel yell,
where in the hell,

in the midnight
hour, she cries
more, more,
more....

Fiery climax!!

Copyright 2006 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
*vampyre_18th century spelling
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