Cryptozoology and Essays on Human Existence: Bear Lake Monster

Bear Lake Monster! All those Mormon wives watched in terror, two strange lovers turned into snakes. There was something bout the water, right? Something new. Something like swam like a serpent. Give me something to gossip about. Open these lips with your old walrus feet. They warned me that you were the main attraction. Tourism's boomin in your crocodile smile.





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Cryptozoology and essays on human existence: Beaman Monster

Beaman Monster! I watched those circus trains derail. Saw each elephant and clown recaptured. Let the cotton candy stick to my face as they watched that one last beast fade through smoke and carousels  You were born of Big Top expectations. Born a gorilla's son. Who are you really? Never my Bigfoot. Never my Wolfman. And always, and always, my ringleader. 

Image from: http://www.unknown-creatures.com/beaman-monster.html

Cryptozoology and essays on human existence: Batutut

Batutut! If only that red fur fell over your face. Those bare hands and monkey's paws. Every human feature captured, felt worse then all your unpredictable, foraging teeth. Are you feasting on grapes that dropped from my lap? Are you dragging my liver through Borneo? I tripped in those footprints with each whispered song. Tootooooooo. tootoooo. totoooo

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Cryptozoology and Essays on Human Existence: Barmanou

Barmanou! All I saw, looking up, were those animal pelts, dangling off your shoulders. How long were the tracks my body left in the dirt, as you dragged me from my bed? All those different names can't cover that primal stench. Your motives were always Man of the Forest.












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Curve balls

Lost games.
I never fancied myself,
an all star.
A pro.
An athlete.
Blow out the megaphone,
cheering for you,
to carry it all across
the goal line.
Foam fingers,
always dragging the chew
out onto the field.
All those conflicting thoughts,
bright as the team's colors,
smeared under my eyes.
I never get to pitch
the ball.
Never the option,
of playing referee.
One day,
we're hittin home runs.
Hear your name,
in every GO TEAM GO.
All pom poms shook,
in your lap only.
Then life starts,
throwing you
curve balls.
Curve balls.
Always a screwball,
you cant predict.
Always thinking too much
at the plate.
Before you know it,
the scoreboards empty.
Before you know it,
you've struck out.
Its over,
long before
you can take a penalty shot.
I don't know nothin,
about playing sports.
But I know,
when I fumbled
it all.
Nothing but rookies,
plucking flowers,
living life on the bench.

Mosquito on my Mind

Eaten alive,
by all your famished
scrutinies.
Were we an item?
Or was I still fasting?
Never could tell,
never could taste.
Was that was my head,
up in your clouds,
or was I looking forward,
to more mosquito swarms.
Stung.
How your strands of hair
brushed my leg on
our old couch.
Pricked fingers,
on your broken promises,
like glass and gnat's mouths.
Your left behind clothes,
sting more,
than bug bites.
Your half of the bed,
swells up,
necrotic.
You're Necrosis, baby. 
Gotta suck ,
all the poison out.
I was never hungry,
like you were.
I never seem
to swat all the 
flies. 

Cryptozoology and Essays on Human Existence: Ayia Napa sea monster

Ayia Napa sea monster! We laid out on the tiles at the House of Dionysus. Sea water dripped off your torso, curved like a woman stretching across the coast. Lap up my split wine, with one of your six dog's heads and slither through my desires as an asp. I always get caught up, in your ripped up fishing nets.  "The friendly monster," dragged me to sea.

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