no one comes to Poetry Town

no one comes here anymore

used to be one could find all around

women, men, drugs and such

no one hangs around here very much

and that is for shore, no one dare

come here anymore

from Poetry Town we embark

to roam the silent alleys and bleed

the shattered dry in the dark of dark

swallow their blood until they are dry

hearing the veins and arteries die

dry as a dune in a desert land

as they must be for me to go back

to want to go back to vampire land

Poetry Town was once a nice place

anyone who was anyone had to at least

show their face occasionally

slowly dying for lack of fresh blood

Poetry Town became a new type of place to hole up at day

some used to dare to venture back there

none returned save one of a pair

whose lover had turned and fought

with him there

now she’s mine and we often go out

visiting wherever need finds us out

we’ve et every poet and writer to boot,

now we wonder what next we will do

I’m for leaving Poetry Town,

yet she has what I need to keep me around

and she wants us to keep hanging out

one thing is certain in Poetry Town

I am the best poet that is still around

© Sam Hyde

    03-11-11