Chicano Eddie Poet Free verse

Frankenstein On the Table

"FRANKENSTEIN ON THE TABLE"


yesterday, I saw my mother
and stepfather after seven
years of nothing but silence.
we sat at a table and talked,
mostly about what my life
has been up to this point.
we talked, we laughed and 
at one point, I became 
enraged. we each threw in 
what we have only known to be 
to each other. as the anger 
settled through the breaking 
of the proverbial ice, I came 
to read them what I could 
find of my poetry. I read and 
read and read, it wasn't 
taken in with open arms. my 
mentor said: "If your parents like 
your work, it's getting 
bad. If the cops are around, 
something good must be 
happening... you need life 
and your work has to be 
alive." I was placed on the 
operating table, the sections 
of my life were sewn together 
and a figure was formed. my 
mother and stepfather didn't 
like my work and as of 
lately, the cops have been 
around. as I was placed on 
the table, the electricity 
surged through my body.


IT’S ALIVE!!! 
IT’S ALIVE!!! 
IT’S ALIVE!!!


the monster rose tall, full of fight, full 
of life, and 
like the bolts on Frankenstein's neck, the 
positive and negative came 
together with a charge that 
would make Shelley and 
Bukowski proud.



By: Chicano Eddie
7-11-2016

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