Dark Delectable Delicious Destructive - Poems For Goths, Gangsters and Other Mysterious Souls 20 Years of Nick Armbrister's Dark Poems

Dark Delectable Delicious Destructive -

Poems For Goths, Gangsters and Other Mysterious Souls

20 Years of Nick Armbrister's Dark Poems

NEW LAIR

Lestat walked down the street muttering to himself,

eying the tide mark faintly etched on the brickwork

of his once glorious house.

Damn! Katrina really did her job well swamping

my food source. No more food, no more jazz

on the airwaves, no more sultry summer evenings

on the French style streets. Is it worth re-building it again?

Do I leave my water-drenched lair for the more common

uncultured metropolis of New York?

To Hell with it! I need to feed, a victim

I must get more blood in my veins.

Here I go, up into the sky, preternatural powers taking over.

Soon, now, blood will be mine.