Hear our call!
Where those dead
And the live
Sense furious spirits
Feel your flesh
by some inhuman
Let us stalk
(I created this piece on the same evening as Pale mistress.
Conceiving both as “Vampire poems.”
A similar mood recurred, decades later, when City night arrived in my head.
Yet the muse has deserted me, again, since it was written.)
Behind such works, lay youthful dreams of romantic adventure.
A painful time: when I adored women, with no idea how to attract them.
I remember a Bauhaus gig in 1979. Then wishing for a goth girlfriend.
(While feeling they had zero interest in me.)
One photograph from around those days is on the (May 2019) post A reject.
Due to illness, I’m even paler and thinner, now.
Though a bit old for studs or leather!
At least I can still wear black.
Art on the blog is mine: I hope you like it?
Were you ever part of a musical subculture?
Or drawn to a style connected with one?
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