Demons In Us

We all have our personal dracula close
around our necks perhaps like a key
to be reached for in weakest moments
to squeeze so tightly that blood flows
releasing us from the layers of petty promises
which cover our nakedness like clothes.

The lizard does not come out but scans
neck extended rotating motionward
reacting to whatever the rocks present
to the independently circling oculi
tongue coiled appendages prepared to
run my emotions into a hole in the ground.

I keep a monster chained inside my throat
he is formed of parts sewn together with red
thread beating with a dozen pulses
he has no mouth but desires to come out
in my voice to ravage the city with truth
restraining his ferocity exhausts us both.

Octapus-like his heart animates outward
from hungry chest to hunting hands and feet
it is fired up whenever his peaceful pituitary
is bored or afraid or when his sucker-covered
hypothalamus hops up on a box to dance
to the repetitive whim of the organ-grinder.

We all have our personal dracula close
around our necks perhaps like a key
to be reached for in weakest moments
to squeeze so tightly that blood flows
releasing us from the layers of petty promises
which cover our nakedness like clothes.

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