The off-kilter magic of Boris Karloff as Frankenstein’s monster by Moxy Casimir

I remember Boris Karloff
and his thunder-echo vowels
and the way he took his clothes off
by the sea, behind the towels
 
how his ears soared from his death’s head
like flying buttresses or fists
as the wading evening sun said,
‘speedo re-sur-rection-ist!’
 
Boris Karloff churning water
crawling through the silver swell
with the catastrophic hauteur
of a shipwreck’s rotting shell
 
wingnuts in his ventilation
and ten rivets in his toes
help him change his modulation
and the rate at which he goes

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0 #2 moxy casimir 2020-11-10 10:27
Thank you so much, Malpoet -- delighted you enjoyed Mr Karloff's nautical exploits!
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0 #1 Malpoet 2020-11-10 08:40
Spot on Moxy. Lovely poem
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