I fall again into the hands of vultures who parade as man.
A candelabra burns me with His Light
I cannot Sleep.
Already vegetarian; twenty years, no meat!
ToNight a plum’s sweet juices sprayed me - Eat ?
I’ll grow emaciated, meet Kafka in my Dreams again (please ?)
Kafka, dear man, Genius, Vampyre?
How doth it all connect, my friend ?
Why doth each piece caress ?
(a whisper to Twitter's Carla Mikkelsen|| 76 @daddymads
See now more clearly how Mads ~must play The Vampyre?)
Hold tight to Woman’s goddess Light, (I do ! )
but Play can steer a lady into places drear'ly-lit,
where Hours mean naught;
Love lies with langourous elegance;
inside my Mind
he fingers me,
devours my Humanity
his stroking hand
seizes my tenuous Life;
His breath still sweet with bella Donna's lips
I'm twice betrayed -
Within this stultifying vault,
Phantasmagory’s ‘live once more;
With eyes lit firey, men like you
Can only feast –
Sweet Death be mine - you thrive !
But How to do my Day, to love my men, my cats, my “real Life” ?
When Moments flee and I go lost
in mazes mused by foreign men,
Actors who repose whilst wakeful women sing their Songs?