by Robert Lloyd Jaffe
Vampires run under the moon tonight
their teeth red with blood
and faces ghostly white
As you walk home
be fearful of the bats flying above
graves and death
are the vampires true love
and as you round the corner
under the faint shadow of
the sycamore
wonder if you locked
the windows
as you open the front door.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I am an observer and listener of the music of life. Where I find cadence, I find my interest and passion directed. It can be sound, light, smell, or purely an experience of thought. The sky, the sea, the mountains, and the machines that allow me to explore those places draw my attention, and give me serenity.
Last updated May 06, 2016