THE LADIES OF THE VAMPIRE CLUB

by Mick Farren

It is possible that I have spent
Too much of my life in the company of
The Ladies Of The Vampire Club
But, like Otis Redding once remarked
It's too late to stop now

My mind drifts back to
Night-complex self destruction
The synaptic crapshoot
At suicide's edge
That we knew as fun
The blatancy of things past
And, above all
The Ladies Of The Vampire Club

Now what was the name of that place?
The afterhours fun bunker
Fashionable slum haunt
Out on Avenue C?
Where you had to look as though
You had just come from an appointment
With your personal embalmer
To circumvent the Sumo wrestler
The guardian of the velvet rope
And mingle with the girls who never saw the sun
The Ladies Of The Vampire Club

And those lairs wherein they lurked
Ninth Street railroad walkups
Transformed to Spider Queen salons
In which they courted and held court
And drank the blood of servants among the relics
The human skulls, the Chinese cymbals
The Arabian mandolins
And the severed index fingers
Of paramours who had lost their roll of the dice
To the soft hiss and cold breath
Across pearl white fangs
Of The Ladies Of The Vampire Club

And those moments of rage
That not even ice blue valium could mitigate
When, as all too often
They believed they had not
Been used appropriately or accorded
The measure of emotional control
They viewed as their right

Those moments of rage
Like the howl of driving rain
And the deafening crash of night-thunder
Around the granite turrets of the castle
Scattering the walking wounded of Valhalla
With their epic Wagnerian Nazi-scream
"Where is the gasoline for my tanks?"

And finally the satisfaction
The curled kitten retraction
Of fangs and claws
When rage was spent and guilt instilled
And the otherwise required effect
Had been achieved

They took no prisoners
The Ladies Of The Vampire Club
And they were possessed of
A supernatural instinct
For the exact moment when pleasure prolonged
Could transcend to torture
In the beating of their soft leather wings

It is possible that I have spent
Too much of my life
In the company of
The Ladies Of The Vampire Club
But, like Otis Redding once remarked
It's too late to stop now

(c) Mick Farren 1995



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