November 2009 Featured Poet
Dennis Bagwell is our November 2009 Featured Poet
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The alarm went off
I turned on the T.V.
Destruction I expect
The emergency broadcast
The President confirms
Bolt the doors and load your guns
Are my neighbors really zombies?
The sky is getting redder
I write my last words
I forever close my eyes
I place the gun into my mouth
Under red November skies
IF FRANKENSTEIN'S MONSTER WERE ALIVE TODAY
If Frankenstein’s monster were alive today...
He would sue the doctor for malpractice and a jury would award him millions
The monster would change his name to Steve or Ron and Oprah would have him on the show to tell his story
He would work for charities to raise awareness about monsters, or as he likes to call them, “Reanimated Tissue People” or RTPs
A made-for-TV movie about his life would draw the highest ratings in TV history
Time magazine would have his police mug shot on the cover with the caption, “Man or Monster?”
He would wisely invest his riches and marry a hot former playboy center fold
His fifteen minutes of fame would come and go like the flash of lightning that brought him into being
Despite his philanthropic work, a best selling book, a made for TV movie, a popular Halloween mask, raising millions of dollars for Reanimated Tissue People, dozens of schools and plastic surgery hospitals named for him, hundresd of Steve or Ron Frankenstein scholarships for underprivileged inner city youths,
Obituaries the world over will remember him simply as “the monster”
THE VICTIM GETS REVENGE
The story goes like this…
He goes on a six month
A rip in the fabric
He killed another victim
Exhausted and broken
The manhunt was on
They took him to jail
Uncovered from his kitchen
The bodies were uncovered
The trial commenced
But what about our victim?
A rip in the fabric
She hid a gun on her person
I feel sorry for this girl
It started with two small, modest bumps on the back of my leg; followed by a slight redness that enveloped the bumps.
As the day grew hotter and a little more humid, the mild irritation became an itch, soothed by a gentle scratching of the bumps with my finger nails.
The mild irritation that became an itch turned into a major irritation not so easily soothed by my fingernails.
The bumps begin to show signs of several layers of skin being scrapped away.
The itch is more than I can bear, but what to do?
I jump in the shower to run some cool water on my now throbbing and very slightly bleeding leg.
Not long after, that familiar burn returns.
I get out of bed and make my way down stairs, scratching my leg on anything I think might relieve the itch.
I get a knife from the kitchen drawer and scratch furiously for 15 minutes until I notice that I am no longer using the blunt side of the knife, and I am bleeding profusely.
The itch is boring a hole straight to my brain.
I go to the garage leaving a trail of blood along the way.
I slap a fresh battery into my reciprocating saw and start right above the bumps.
And then. . . Ah yes. . . There it is. . . It doesn't itch any more.
I lay in a pool of blood on the garage floor surrounded by drill bits, nails, my hacksaw and pieces of scrap wood.
These are Dennis Bagwell’s warped rantings and observations about the cesspool of a world he feels we are surviving in. Dennis is a thirty-something, politically incorrect, mad at the world, conservative/liberal, X Generation, heathen, musician, poet, and writer from suburban Orange County California. Dennis moved to North Georgia in 2007 and now he is living peacefully in the shadows of the questionable heroes of the Old South. He has been writing in one form or another since high school. . . which keeps his spiraling descent into madness at bay. Dennis has had his poetry published by the League of American Poets and the American Poets Society. He has released two spoken-word CD's, A Random Litter of Thought (2006) and Paid in Full (2007) on Batteryface Records. A short film of Dennis’ poem Hollywood was made available to coincide with the release of Paid in Full.
Visit Dennis at www.poetrypoem.com/dennisbagwell