Frankenstein

...Frankenstein...dear Frank--green with disparity, confusedly amongst the parts that

were sum...O Frank--never a creature under no sun could sow dark's reaping so.

Yours is a terrible Art...meat thrown to a black and white world.

Towering clumsily...wobbling that meat before a black and white world...you're

already spoken for by the precedent of your freakdom.

Your wear is worse than the b*****d child moon wearing the sun's clothing...

O Frank!

Your awkward beauty...is as winter's very struggle towards spring--only to die upon

your feet while thawing.

You were never cerebral enough to have a clandestine affair with nothingness in motion...

your body's your confession.

You were struck alive...not dead...ALIVE...ALIVE...thunderously so, called an: IT!

Runaway automata...the collective unconscious of humanity's hypnotized waddle--

O Frank...where is your Heaven...where is your Hell?

You can neither be showered by, nor Fall from grace.

The longest-drawn pity to never be taken...O...the duration of your life...YOUR LIFE!

..."ALIVE"..."ALIVE"...cried your euphoric namesake...God taken step of, to play God to thee--

as such...yours is a terrible Art.

One of living-death...O Frank!

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Dark , creepy , good...:).................

[Onoma]

...BOO!...thank you.

[Sami Khalil]

Hahaha...You are welcome...:)........