Lickers of Knives

In 1992 Gary Oldman took my breath
and several people’s, several characters’, blood away
in a stunning performance as Bram Stoker’s Dracula.

He was ruthless and cruel
and very, very funny at times:
“They say you are a man of good … taste.”

Yet when he licked his own razor blade, wasn’t that awful?

Bernard at work holds us together
and sane; a colleague, a friend, we all cherish
for his ability to keep us on the straight and narrow.

He is honest and direct
and very funny at times:
“Don’t say ‘We agree.’ – Don’t include me in your plurals!”

Yet when he licks the gravy off his knife in the refectory I turn away.

Alessia is much prettier than her name
and we have been seeing each other, have been dating, awhile
and tonight, I took her out to a special place.

She was lovely and warm
and rather funny at times:
“Do your legs hurt from running through my dreams all night?”

And yet I won’t be seeing her again.

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