A London Vampire

“I have a personal dislike to vampires, and the little acquaintance I have with them would by no means induce me to reveal their secrets.”

— Lord Byron

“You do not know where you are going, nor why you are going; enter everywhere, reply to anything. They will no more kill you than if you were a corpse.”

— Arthur Rimbaud

Story by Ian McLachlan consisting of 26 poems about a contemporary London vampire.

Filmed versions of the poems can be found at https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLhOXE2vY3mQooRPbGQ2WL35FoIcNMke0w

Twitter: @ianjmclachlan

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1. L'heure verte

Green after showers, the sky beckons her out into late Autumn, a taxi ride & by accident it seems your paths cross. A Soho bar. You sit close as...
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3. The Plot

Discreet blue flowers border his garden. In the bosky dark he spades. Effortlessly the clods fly & with white hands he pats the trench walls...
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4. Panic

Sunup - not your natural time; top deck RnB pushers blight the bus to King’s Cross. Liz from Accounts, noting your pallor, rattles vitamin pills...
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5. The Bite

You are masquerading as a normal person in Finsbury Park. Nearby, deer-like, BMXers group, debate their mate’s stag do. A ginger-topped junkie jogs...
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6. The Seduction

A thousand pages of photocopying & it is night. You are leaving the lit hive, stepping out onto the street. Time to feed. Taller, harder in the...
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7. No-man’s-land

As dusk falls, the rose bush still, trilling voices on the air, a girl applying rouge in the flat opposite, he departs for the mall. He can roam its...
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8. Night in

A cold caller at vamping clinics, their infrared alarms are blind to you. You plunder, vanish. It’s back-up for the nights in. Drunken packs baying...
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9. Social call

Ears ringing like he’s quit a gig, back from tea & scones with an old work colleague, her three small kids. This courteous hour of keeping...

10. N43

Riding the night bus back to your red-curtained studio, mud skies, streetlights like lit Gauloises, Got a smoke? a white boy asks, & idly on the...

11. Scholomance

Off the dark lake the mist rises & the Scholomance group meets. Two hundred invitees. Billionaires? Neoliberal grandees? Or, as the conspiracy...

12. Man-that-was

Proofing a project plan quite meaningless behind its business blag, the still office punctuated by drugged sighs, through the after-lunch sludge you...

13. Here

When from your crate you burst that had borne you by road, by rail, by water to Queenhithe, to the city’s spectacular disregard, a drudge’s life, by...

14. Poetic licence

At Barfly you tweet to your two-hundred-odd followers. A manga character with blue hair is lipping the mic. She has Genius scrawled in marker on her...
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15. The Vision

South Bank: soap bubble makers, Hare Krishna dancers, God save King Hash Tag! kids are yelling on the Millennium Bridge. A man dressed as a Viking...
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16. River

Scudding a river of headlamps, mirrored glass, the beaten iron air. Paying your fare, crossing the park on foot, two men overtake you, dirt-stamped,...
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17. Advert

Prof. desiring career change seeks band to manage. Indie/ Rock/Goth preferred. Must own own instruments. You’ll be cool, hungry, sunlight averse...
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18. Rush

Some little punk comes up to you in Koko: When’s No Reflection’s next gig? he asks. The manager of an avant-garde Goth band, your burgundy suit’s...
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19. Warrant

History’s your prime concern when the flak-jacketed thugs burst in. Have you deleted it? If your last Google visit gets out ... No, they’ve busted...
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21. Vanity project

Chill hands gripping an iron bar, you deadlift while a man with Gone Too Far tattooed on his deltoid stares at himself in the mirror. Live fast, die...
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22. Burn

You turned a brood of skivers & hair-washers into No Reflection ; now they want to self-manage. Like an undertaker you beat their door. Invited...
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23. Taken

He rides in the back with the other unnamed noblemen because to them he’s the same. It’s like Bastille Day, but he’s in a police van, siren sawing,...

24. The Trial

Why should the world sit in judgement on you? Its social contract was a cage, kept men like song birds. You served liberty. As it is the nature of...
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25. John Doe

They feed you blood from a machine are kind, want to know about you. They feed you contaminated blood sometimes. Then you see heaven in the sulphur...
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26. Turning point

Loitering by the park gate, closing time, as if waiting for someone, black fields lapped by car headlights, he's waiting for you. Can't be more than...