Wednesday, September 22, 2010

That Haiku Guy is Back

Yep, Ryan Mecum is his name, and haikus are his game.  And poems!  We featured his book Vampire Haiku last year, and next week Bite Club will be featuring his latest, Werewolf Haiku, and holding a contest where you can enter your own werewolf haiku to win a copy of the book.  So start thinking now, and get your haiku ready!

Ryan sent this vampire poem about the vampires in America:

The Vampires in America, by Ryan Mecum

The vampires in America are hard at work,
creating vampires in America stories
where the vampires in America are nice.
The vampires in America
write stories about American vampires
who go to high school, who go on dates,
who watch the CW, who like baseball,
who play in the sunlight and sparkle.

The vampires in America want you to think
that vampires are people, too.
They can’t help it if they were born that way
(or bit that way).
Isn’t this America?
What about their rights?
What are they supposed to do, starve to death
while leaches have free reign
to latch onto any poor soul
who enters their pond for a dip?
America is the vampires pond.
They didn’t make it that way.
That’s just how it is.
Vampires should not be discriminated
simply because they are vampires
or at least that what the vampires in America
are working hard to make you think.

The vampires in America hope you believe
that they cower in fear at blond Sophomore girls
who roam the streets with wooden stakes,
and vampires, so fragile, so weak,
have only one course of defense,
they must turn from their wicked ways
and fall lovingly into submission
with the lip glossed underage girl,
and despite their decades wide age gap
she forces him to attend her Junior prom
complete with an afterprom gymnasium
full of inflatables and fat children
which he wills himself not to drink
but to stay eternally thirsty
in the name of  love.

But in truth, the vampires in America,
they are not nice at all.
They do not love us.
but only what’s inside of us.
We are not their masters
we are their drink containers,
their human shaped juice boxes,
their Capre Sun blood bags.
Their distracting entertainment
before their main course.

And the stories vampires feed us
of friendly vampire boys
these drain us of our fear
and drain us from the truth
that, in truth, draining us
is all they want to do.
American vampires are monsters.
They are demons.  
They are wolves in sheep clothing.
Or bats in emo clothing.
Sunlight is their enemy,
not narrow-mindedness,
nor high school girls with temps.
Don’t be tricked, don’t be brainwashed.
vampires are not your friends.
They don’t want forgiveness.
They don’t want redemption.
They just want your blood.


Melissa Walker said...

Talk about leaving me with a grin! Love this.

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