Where The Vampire Lives

Where The Vampire Lives
© Surazeus
2025 05 12

If the walnut tree cannot understand 
sweet song of rubber tires on asphalt roads, 
then only butterflies will know the way 
back to library of the singing skull 
who photographs weird strangers strolling by 
till they all disappear in lonely leaves. 

If the candycane-striped lizard decides 
to erase formulas of secret dreams 
from chalkboards of empty high-school classrooms, 
then wizard who works in small country town 
as car mechanic could refuse to tell 
the city gumshoe where the vampire lives. 

If the rusty green Lincoln Continental 
grinds serpent eggs into computer code, 
then the sad vampire searching for true love 
might hide inside the chemistry textbook 
when the old detective in wrinkled suit 
pokes around the library of his brain. 

If the goldfinch in the walnut tree sees 
the evil vampire in gray business suit 
aim shotgun at the trench coat by the gate, 
then he should call Minerva on the phone 
who races on the tortoise to protect 
her father from the conman at the bank. 

If the car mechanic hears the goldfinch 
explain how to play chess to the Grim Reaper, 
then he may wander in the western waste 
without the country of his spirit birth 
till he becomes the stranger on the street 
who finds the vampire stabbed behind the church. 

If Remus photographs the running man 
who throws the skull of Jesus at the moon, 
he mind arrest the banker in the church 
who drinks communion wine with bitter snarl 
before he turns into the writhing snake 
that slithers along sewer pipes of faith. 

If the girl harlequin in fluffy skirt 
campaigns for mayor of the country town, 
then the mechanic she secretly loves 
can play golf with Aristotle at dawn 
who gives her the most expensive jet plane 
as gift in return for rights to drill oil. 

If the sky falls in shards of broken dreams 
transforming into snow flakes of desire, 
then we can program lies that tell the truth 
which shine bright as lamp of Diogenes 
who solves the strangest murder mystery 
written with blood on falling autumn leaves.