goddess of night

pure…
the dark seamy underside
most alive
at 3 am,
only merges with
the light
at daybreak…
long before
the swill of man
pollutes the afternoon air;
and
the blond vampires
infest the the evening…
metal prancing on
boulevards of
black tarlike veins.
slither stalking
sacred
post hypnotic
temple whores
receiving
wallets of white picket
neo-respectability
until every heroinic
recepticle of being
has been filled
all the way up
with the day’s
semen of lost boys
and finally
the goddess
of the night
strips away
the last supper of
emptiness and self hatre