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