Christopher Sebela

writer, wronger, rearranger

I one time killed a frankenstein
whilst shopping in a store
He lurched towards me, arms outstretched
as I ambled toward the door

In my hands, a new bandana
a hat, ten gallons deep
In my body was a soul
which my body aimed to keep

His voice was ghastly as he spoke in halting monster speech
and I tried, with all my might, to stay out of his reach
He said, “You gotta pay for that” and filled my heart with dread
and then I drew my six-gun and shot the monster dead

The news reports described the monster simply as a man
to keep from terrifying folks as only a frankenstein can.

— "I One Time Killed A Frankenstein" by Dalton Wilcox, poet laureate of the west

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