—Poetry by Jean Jones, Wilmington, NC
—Photos Courtesy of Public Domain
MODERN-DAY VAMPIRE
You are my friend,
And you do things for me
No one else does,
But when you bend over me
And instruct me to keep
An eye out for anyone
Who could disturb us,
I realize you could
Be right out of the movie
Nosferatu,
As you drink me,
Drain me,
And I wonder,
As the Nosferatu
In the movie
Stays there
All night
Feasting on her
Blood,
Does the woman
Feel like I do
Now, in ecstasy
At what you
Are doing to me?
You are my friend,
And you do things for me
No one else does,
But when you bend over me
And instruct me to keep
An eye out for anyone
Who could disturb us,
I realize you could
Be right out of the movie
Nosferatu,
As you drink me,
Drain me,
And I wonder,
As the Nosferatu
In the movie
Stays there
All night
Feasting on her
Blood,
Does the woman
Feel like I do
Now, in ecstasy
At what you
Are doing to me?
YOU DRINK ME
You drink me,
You take all of me,
And I want to know,
Why do you do that?
To give me satisfaction?
You always seem unhappy
To me,
But when you make me happy
Does that make you happy?
Is that loving? Is that giving?
That is what
It seems like
To me—
WATCHING DRACULA WITH PHILIP GLASS
Watching Dracula
With Philip Glass
Playing in the background,
It dawns on me
As Bela Lugosi
Walks through London
To dispatch a young
Flower seller,
That Dracula
Is a serial killer
With a sexual appetite
For women—
We watch amused
Because like bemused
Spectators we are fascinated,
Or we want to be like him,
As if we were watching
The Silence of the Lambs
Watching Hannibal Lector
For the first time—
Watching Dracula
With Philip Glass
Playing in the background,
It dawns on me
As Bela Lugosi
Walks through London
To dispatch a young
Flower seller,
That Dracula
Is a serial killer
With a sexual appetite
For women—
We watch amused
Because like bemused
Spectators we are fascinated,
Or we want to be like him,
As if we were watching
The Silence of the Lambs
Watching Hannibal Lector
For the first time—
INSPIRATION
For Sam B
Why do I write
what I write?
What drives anyone?
Urges? Addictions?
Vampires drive me.
Vampires are addicts
like me,
although my addictions
are not heroin and crack
I am an addict
nonetheless,
food, and women—
For Sam B
Why do I write
what I write?
What drives anyone?
Urges? Addictions?
Vampires drive me.
Vampires are addicts
like me,
although my addictions
are not heroin and crack
I am an addict
nonetheless,
food, and women—
I once knew
and cared for a women
who cared for me
but heroin
and fentanyl
ended our relationship
She and I
were two of a kind,
addicts in our own way,
and friends as well.
Every time I watch
a vampire movie
I think of her,
her with her heroin,
and me
with
her—
Now she's gone,
and I'm alive,
but every time
I watch Dracula
I see her
with me,
and I was happy
then—
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Today’s LittleNip:
The vampire is an outsider. He’s the perfect metaphor for those things. He’s someone who looks human and sounds human, but is not human, so he’s always on the margins.
—Anne Rice
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—Medusa (who has her own addictions), thanking Jean Jones for his poetry today, as he takes a look at the dark side ~
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