I try to sleep when daughter does and so
I soon become a creature of the night,
not some PVC Goth type, oh no,

but more like Renfield, too servile to bite,
procuring feeds for ravenous mistress
who glances at the sudden morning light

that issues from the blinds, she passes gas
and yawns, then falls into undead slumber
knowing I’ll walk these dreaded daylight hours

in dutiful service. She’s got my number.


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    May 28, 2012 @ 00:23:42

    Only you would know of Renfield …he ate flies and spiders.
    Seeing life through the prism on old monochrome Hammer Horror films.. the men in white coates will be kind to you.


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