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
Copyright © Chicano Eddie | Year Posted 2016
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