Zine - The Fall of Frankenstein

I built a monster
out of candlewax
And a skeleton
out of twine
Her name is Clarissa
     and she's very     
disappointed     
in you  

The Devil and God
     are raging
                inside of me
I am a chest, locked
and charmed
                Buried deep
or floating on four legs.
I slither under floorboards
finding demons in pillowcases
angels in cardboard boxes.
                Your grandmother dated
four men who all died in WWI.
This may or may not have any
relevance
It really depends
on your grandmother.  

I can't see you
but I know you're there.
It's dark but I don't care,
Candles are for burning
burning is for fun, darling.    

Nobody will leave
the burning building
because they'd rather die proud
than live to die.
Honestly,
I can't blame them;
but I'm not quite ready
to lose my bones    

  
If there is a god,
he must be very tired.
He must be sleeping
     because
                Hell is Empty
                and the devils are here.  
               
I bound my wrists in leather straps
because my father told me to.
And Christmas came early
this year
in Post-Apocalyptic America
or I could just be in Kansas  

The Heart was
     all wrong
so I took a new one.
     Bought it for a pretty penny,
off a swell girl
in Brooklyn
who smelled like
mint-cigarettes
     and Australia.
Her eyes were drowning
in something terrible,
                but the eyes are
                only
                so big.  

Everyone was just so happy
       all the time
So we cancelled Kindergarten
and no one ever had to tie their shoes.
Oh, the wonders of technology!
Oh, the wonders
     of implanted tissues.
Oh, the wonders we aren't
     allowed to ponder.     

     

It wasn't hers to take,
       but she took it
and now she's in prison.
Her cell mate's name is Kelly,
and they are my
alternate personalities.
We're all really happy to be here.
Tell me a story.
       Am I in it?
                How about me?