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