This is a ‘tweaked’ draft composed from our in-class calisthenic on Wednesday:
Waiting for the Vampire Troubador
Ghouls sauntered through the cemetery,
their tongueless breath freezing as they
waited for the vampire troubadour
to move again. The moon bronzed bright
over the city, served up by a night
as bitter as the lie of the English empire,
expanding like a supernova, then
fracturing into uprooted graves.
Fat faces round as Jupiter grin like
breakers in the fog, lapping up dark
earth beside a laughing river. A Chinese
woman unknowingly seduces a nameless man
who falls head first into her blanched, almond neck.
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