Sir when you say
Transylvania or wolfbane or
I am Count Dracula,
your eyes widen & for the moment,
become pure white marble.
No wonder you were a junkie.
It's in the smile. Your way of drifting
into Victorian bedrooms
holding up your cape like skirts,
then covering her face as you bent over to kiss & sup.
It is no wonder & it was
in good taste too.
David Meltzer (b. 1937) is one of the generation of Beat poets that came out of San Francisco in the early 1960s. You can catch up with him here.
One sad apple
6 years ago