Sunrise Surf
I don’t like whole things.
I Frankenstein things together
to make it over the wave-top
of morning.
At ground zero
the recurring story of
steel, dust, pitted bronze
and rusty blood.
Somewhere under my skin
the wings itch.
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The use of Frankenstein as a verb does a lot to set the tone here. Good work!
to frankenstein things together is the best asset for being a poet… but, yeah, those beneath-the-skin itches are hard to get at. you just hafta wait for them to come to you.
some of the best poems are ‘frankensteined’ together… nicely done… keep up the goodvwork…
Bernie – I agree with all the Frankenstein comments. “Wave-top of morning” is really nice. Very simple poem but carries a big punch!
You sunrise surf across unexpected waves.