Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Frankenstein's Monster



Frankenstein's monster gets up off the slab and fixes some eggplant parmigiana.

It is late in the year and getting dark early.

He has a nice french loaf and Kenny G playing in the background.


Still, despite his huge hands and appetite, the table seems wide as a desert, and the meal somehow paltry.


Frankenstein's monster goes and examines himself in the mirror.

Green. Tall. Flat-headed.

Like a steroid-enhanced Gumby.

If only...

There were someone.


Frankenstein's monster attempts to join Eharmony,

Only to be met with rejection.

Not because he is green, or seven feet tall, or pieced together from parts,

But because he wanted to meet

A nice man.

This the Eharmony people shrank from in righteous horror.


Frankenstein's monster re-papers his master bath in an attractive floral pattern.

The work distracts him, but in the end, there is no one to look at and ask,

"What do you think?"


He turns on "Top Chef" but is soon lost in a daydream.

He sees himself dancing in the Tiki Room, with all the flaming torches and the good rhumba music.

Perhaps tonight

He will find someone to share it all with...


But it is late,

And so he just takes off his shoes and lays down on the bed he got from Ikea.

He says, "Four posts around my bed,

Four angels around my head,

Something, something..."

And despite the clumsiness of his prayer,

He feels certain he has been heard by God and Saint Michael

Who will surely

Protect him from the small,

The mean,

And the stunted bogeymen who so assiduously guard the public morals.

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17 comments:

jack sender said...

if he tries to cut in line in front of me at Ikea i'll let him.

Steve E. said...

He and I are "cut from the same cloth"--(oops!)--we both take off our shoes before lying down to sleep...and dream...an...ZZZzzzz!

Love your work, Shay! And the picture

mac said...

Silly Monster. He should know eharmony operates from a stone aged philosophy. He should know that they know gay men don't seek love. He should know that they know, big green manly monsters can't really be gay. He should know that they know better than he what is in his heart. He should know that...he's not really the monster in your story....silly Monster.

Ekanthapadhikan said...

I loved this one. Vivid imageries. Did I just think that Frankenstein was adorable?

Kay said...

#1: didn't you just love gumby? I did!

and then the rest...good to know we are all 'human' 'monsters' :)

Cloudia said...

*Clap Clap*

Brava! Brava!

So many great lines,
mastery,
whimsey,
utter seriousness.

Beautiful monsters we!


Aloha, True Poet
Comfort Spiral

Riot Kitty said...

I love this one - and the picture, too.

Elizabeth Bradley said...

Love this. Love it.

Shadow said...

poor poor frankenstein...

Vesper said...

I love this, Shay! Aren't we all these lonely silly "monsters", oh, so often? ;-)

g-man said...

WINE...Goooooood!

FIRE...Baaaaad

SHAY..Awwwwwwwwwsome!

Dulce said...

Oh That monster within all of us...
Lovely tribute to the ones who do not love themselves ;-)

Daryl said...

I guess the good people of Maine are afraid of .. what .. people in love? Ohhh .. scary!

K said...

Poor lonely man.

It breaks my heart a little.

Jannie Funster said...

I can totally see me dancing in the Tiki Room, with all the flaming torches and the good rhumba music too!! let's go!

Jannie Funster said...

oh, At least Maine has it right on one HIGH-falutin' thing! hee hee.

RachelW said...

This made me smile! Poor ol' Frankie...