Science fiction, creature feature
with Dr. Paul Bearer
on a hot Sunday afternoon;
with fresh Kool-aid and
a sleeping mother.
Frankenstein meets Dracula today.
The makeup is horrible: the monster
looks like a reject from
a teenage horror camp and
Dracula has a curly afro.
My brother mimics the monster,
staggering about like our dad
when he’s had seven or eight beers.
Mom still sleeps, even the noise from
us and the TV and the dog doesn’t wake her.
She sleeps more and more since
He’s like Dracula in the movie, I guess,
a bloodsucking fiend.
But he can live
in the sun and crosses don’t work. At least Dracula dies in the movie.