Sunday, April 1, 2012

The Count


  Do not count the actual auras:
  A, C, D, E, H, L, N, O, R, T, and U.
  Unnatural acts occurred,
  A tarot card, or a tantra cult,
  . . .  a conundrunn . . .

  Lord Alcidae,
  contacted a local nun, Laura . . .

  Coral adorned, Laura couldn't accord,
  a London Lord clad in a collared ducal coat.
  Nor could Laura court a soul of coal.

  Lord Alcidae roared aloud a contract,
  conducted Alca torda on a toad, cat and rat.

  Dracaena Draco, at an altar.
  Our Lord called "Laura!"
  Laura ran around, rotund, unclad.
  Tracheal ducts torn, cords cut,
  Heart raced.

  "Call a doctor."

  A currant cotula, caldron red,
  Laura, a curdling, crucial undoing,


Who is this poem about?
Answer:  Count Dracula, written only with the letters in 'The Count Dracula'.

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A blob of mortar to the planet floor.
A lusty chinook at her gravel bed,
Depositing eggs of concrete instead.

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