Vampire bats in the moonlight, damn I love the night, when its morning, its too bright, calm down, have some clam chowder, sing in the rain, walk the road to fame, gather some followers, make the rhyme, and have a dollar for your time, a signal of respect for me, you, your wife, relax, I'm thirty– Beep, beep, beep, my alarm is going off, time to walk the streets, fight bad guys, plant my flag, in the moon, big bazonkers, wowzaa, what a looker, even in the moonlight, do they look wetter, let me say hello to the girls, just an old man, a dragon, a mortal walking, follow her, get out your bow and arrow, we have souls to trap, and I was thinking, the things I’m writing, is it too much?

Does it steal your soul?

Or do you still have your life?

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Does the flower unfurl?

Anyway, street walkers walk the night,

They’re vampires, walking in the moonlight,

Flocks of owls, fighting for their lives, their loves,

Doves, geese, and pearls,

This vampire would give you the world,

Pay me when you’re older,

Or take revenge for your sister,

Elizabeth, my baby girl,

A blade flashing,

The Southern Gentleman,

Alucard, the green turd, and a brave panther,

Rosie has to feed the girls,

Mother hens, reptilian blood, and dragons,

Doves and venom, and shouts of love in the crowd,

A trip to Venice, some pasta alfredo,

And salmon, climbing up the river,

Would you eat a baby?

Not in the sunlight,

Would you smoke crack?

If the desperation was just right,

Succumb to peer pressure,

Unlock the latch,

Is there treasure?

Where are the girls?

Just a poet,

And this book of poems.