Even the concrete vampire must go digital
Even the concrete vampire must be practical
Her vision
highjacked
by lack of nutrtiton
Due to the spiky flames
dripping
from the sun
By noon the world’s projection screen
Had run its course
so obscene
He’d have no teeth to sink in dreams
Or bury the hatchet
The dull ache of modernity bleeds dry
Dennis Leroy Kangalee 