Don't let the sun shine on TV
Don't let the tycoons
hold you down
The race of night stalkers
has come home to roost
The tube smokes
of signals and heat
Waste basket not want not too hot
A bloodied stake in the trash
is worth two in the chest
Fangs well hidden in luscious lips,
rosy cheeks and pale skin
Speak not into the mike
Hoarse baritones off key
sound like seduction of the translucent
I singe of the body eclectic
Seeking shadows that melt into the day
I lay me down to weep
Burying pain in art and warts
Tomorrow is another sunrise
Tears mixed with spit of lust and regret
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