Dali's Ego on Karloff's Frankenstein
A fragile brute
to be sure.
Full of angels and rage.
Delectable in his frailty.
I would build him differently.
Extend his limbs across
monolithic landscapes,
launch great protuberances
from his neck or torso.
Give him a crutch or two
to keep him upright
in his willful indecisions.
I would grant him color
and drench him in absolute
until his countenance
was sad boiling.
I would make an image
more beautiful and horrible
than any scientist
mad or otherwise
could ever envision.
For I am Dali. The artist.
Striking the cymbals
of long imagination.
Appeared in Dreams and Nighmares