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Night Kitchen employee Claire (actress and writer Margi Herwald) composed a number of verses on-stage during the Feb. 2005 BIG BOX run of THE VAMPYRES. You must now enjoy them. |
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UNTITLED I
(inspired by a horny Hedwig)
Gorgeous vampire man
Looking at me
I wish he would lick me up
Like a cat with a saucer of milk
Milky white and saucy
Creamy skin
Curdled heart
You can lap me up
And I will curl up in your lap
STOP TOUCHING HIM
Too many people
Too many people
Too many people in my coffee house
I want you all to leave
Especially Percy
Stop touching him
Your fingers need not caress his neck
He's got me for that
If I dust for prints and find yours there
You'll be so busted
HE DIDN'T LIKE MY POEM
Happy and playful
I am not
I am without meter
The beating of my heart
Lacks rhythm
BLOODY MARY
Stupid, curly-headed bitch
Hair red like evil hell fire
Step away
Step off
Take your Frank N Furter wannabe pretty boy
And go do the deed
Leave that which is mine to me
My vicious tiger of rock
And my silly lamb of doubt
Leave them to me
MY ZOO STORY
'Zoo Story' is ruined
Jerry's dog is dead
And there is no tale to tell
Edward Albee
I'll be a dead monkey's uncle
If you have an ounce of talent
Worth sitting on a bench
If this is your American Dream
Then I'm locked in the American zoo
Like an orangutan or
Penguin
Pen
Gu
In
Pen
Goes
In
And words come out
And Jerry's dog is dead
RAGGED (for Sadie)
You haven't crossed the line
This is just the way I am
So deal with it
I kick
I scream
And I bleed
Don't fucking tell me to be good
To behave
Like a good little girl
I have cramps
And you will not touch me
Jerk
UNTITLED II
I bring you coffee
You bring me joy
I fill your cup
You fill my heart
My caffeinated wares awaked your mind
Your dark touch awakens my loins
Together we could rule this little stinky world
And once it's ours
We could take over the next galaxy
Until all is ours
And together we will drink deep of each other
And coffee
CALIRE'S LIMMERICK
All alone I sit in my shop
I'll serve assholes until I shall drop
I wait everyday
I hope and I pray
To be saved by my pretty Goth fop
BOTTOMLESS GORGE
(a sonnet, sort of)
A dark man, lonely, feeding on my soul,
Replacing all my doubts with night desires.
I know his touch could make my body whole.
I throw my ev ' ry dream onto his pyre.
He only says mean things to make me strong,
To make me the black war ' ior by his side.
I know my love for him is more than wrong.
My pain will end when I become his bride.
I'll lie in sin upon your bloody bed.
A kiss from you is living while I'm dead.
UNTITLED III
(a pre-Spare Oom poem)
Alone
Even though they are all around me
They don't see me
Wrapped up in themselves
And their silly games
Duck or goose
Chute or ladder
Kiss or kill
Their games are meaningless
I'm above it all
I don't need their party
I don't need his dinner
I will not be a party to your dine-out death
I will go now
MARGI'S LAMENT
(written through Claire)
People are mean and I am sad
No one cares about how bad
My long day has been
Each minute uglier than sin
No one's smart in any store
No one cares who came before
Buses, trucks they cut me off
The dryer spits out still-wet cloth
My ass is cold; my jeans are wet
The Clinic claims that I'm in debt
I'm forced to drive old people around
Why don't they ever plow this town?
Tired and sadŠ
Why is this day so bad?
RING TONE MADNESS
Pretty birds singing
In your phone
In your eyes
In your soul
But you don't realize that pretty birds
DIE
They fall from their nests
And get crushed by SUVs
Just like my almost love
When you showed up
Fly away, little bird
Fly away
Far away
Into range
Of my sites
Pull!
SIGH
Too many people
Asking too much
Of too many parts of me
I can't make everything perfect
At least not on the first try
Probably not ever
The world is made of problems
They are the building blocks of everything
What sets us apart is how we deal
Those who face problems
With creativity
Strength
And purpose
Are those who thrive inside
Those who cry and whine
And blame
And demand that all problems go awayŠ
They will always stay in the same place
And never know contentment
Stewing in anger until they rot into obscurity
I want to please you
I want to solve your problems
But not at the expense of myself
When I finally stop running
Will my fragile web of self-control
Shatter
And splinter
Into a million tiny pieces
Scattering
Until I'm nothing?
WE DON'T OPEN TIL 6
We don't open 'til 6
At 7, I sink into despair
By 8, my stupor is complete
I am fighting tears by 9
But at 10, he arrives
My heart is full of dark desires by 11
And then he makes me go home
By 12, I'm in my bed
With nothing but my journal
And a vision of skyscrapers in my head
By 1, my dreams are over
And I'm alone
Counting the minutes 'til it's 6 again
LEAVING HERE
New Amsterdam
My new home with the damned
Moving in the right direction
Will I find heaven or hell
Dammed up beneath the walls
Of the city
Playing chicken with taxis
Running through the crowds
And the speed
It is the closest thing I can imagine to cool
If I go with you
You could pull me into your beautiful hell
The two of us damned
Together
In New Amsterdam
MY FAVORITE BAND
Oh, Phantom Tollbooth
I love it when you sing
You speak the truth
And George is music's king
He rocks that song
I guess Percy helps a bit
My love may be wrong
But George is just the shit
Enchant my ears
As smooth as gin with vermouth
Lick up my tears
The boys of Phantom Tollbooth
DAMN THE OPTHAMOLOGIST
I can't see
I can't just let it be
Close-up sights seem far to me
I scraped my knee
On ground icy
My period makes me have to pee
And all is weird cuz I can't see
My pupils are big
I was late to my gig
My knee hurts too much to trance dance a jig
God, I wish my pupils weren't so big
I wish I weren't failing trig
Can't see the board Duh! Pupils big!
UNTITLED IV
Stupid vampire mother fuckers!
Why won't you love me
With your teeth
LIke everyone else you see?
You taste of the unworthy
But leave me unbitten
Unshy
Un-immortal
Alone
And unscarred
CLAIRE'S COSTUME LAMENT
They can see my underwear
When I bend over
And I don't care
Fuck you all!
If you don't like seeing my powder blue panties,
Then I don't want to see your stupid face!
My short skirt is my rebellion
You just wouldn't understand
MARY, MARY QUITE CONTRARY
Mary, Mary, quite contrary
How does my hatred grow?
With stares
And glares
I'll catch you unawares
And shut your lips I'll sew
No one asked you in
To ogle all my boys
You flirt
You're dirt
In your long skirt
You're nothing but a toy
You think you're one of us now
Dressing all in black
You're fake, Cupcake
Your heart will break
Step off or get a smack
BLUE
Blue
In my hair
In my heart
You are old
I am new
My love is only borrowed
You make me ever blue
Blue
In my hair
In my veins
Splattered across the sky
In-between the darkness that pervades
The very air we breathe
Blackness covers the world
So black
It's blue
ODE TO JOHN
Stupid nice guys
They're too nice to be real
They act like they care
But they're probably jerks
Underneath
ButŠ
Does he want to save me
Like a dad?
Or fuck me
Like a foster dad?
Who are you, mister,
To tell me what to do?
And if I do what you say
What will you give me in return?
WINGED VICTORY
Stupid wings
Carry me away
From the cold and despair
Don't tangle me up
In your black spangly embrace
Stupid wings
Stupid wings
Stupid, stupid wings
I just want to fly away
Why must you ground me?
Stupid wings
ARTISTS ARE ASSHOLES
Artists are assholes
Assholes are doctors
Doctors are players
Players are Jesus
Jesus is silly
Silly is John
John is a doctor
Doctors are dead
SOLITUDE
I need to be alone
Even at work
I don't care about money
I don't care about coffee
Except to drink it
I just want you all to leave
So I can create in silence
And repose
I must write in a mausoleum
Where no one will bother me
Except George
He would join me in my crypt of writtery solitude
Away from the light
The damning, burning light
Where no one can see anything but the truth
You and I
My George
Alone in the dark
With truth
And silence
Except for the pounding
Of the blood in our veins
HALLOWEEN
Halloween
When days are mean
And no friendly faces can be seen
My favorite day of the year
When I am the norm
Oh, how I want to go to New York
Where every day is Halloween
And I can be myself
And write
Until my fingers bleed
With words
And emotions
And actual blood too
You can consume my blood
And my words
With your devouring lips
Soft like razor blades
Forever
Joined
On Halloween
THE NIGHT KITCHEN
Cream and sugar
Lust and boogers
Welcome to our shop
Blood, death rock,
And John's flaccid cock
We're Grand Guignol over the top
Tips and candles
No love handles
Percy giggles at you all
Passions boom
In the Spare 'Oom
And into hell we fall
Boots and coats
No ice cream floats
Bullets, lollys, visions
From "Doctor" to "Come"
To John's bare bum
We kill souls with precision
Return.
