Cryptozoology and Essays on Human Existence: Beast of Dartmoor

Beast of Dartmoor! I knew the devil would find me. Knew, you knew I was coveted. With a heart like a squire, the devil's hunting pack always follows. With fur like the black night, you drag me screaming every time.













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Cryptozoology and Essays on Human Existence: Beast of Busco

Beast of Busco! You snapped my heart in half as I tried to see inside your wide 500 pounds of shell. Farmers got an eye for the pond. I had an eye for drained lakes and traffic jams. All I wanted was an inch of your wet neck..one usable photo would suffice. Each year I watch a turtle race. Skinny dipping never caught me a turtle.





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Cryptozoology and Essays on Human Existence: Beast of Bray Road

Beast of Bray Road! I play the nightwatchman along dark, rural roads.I smell a man under all the stench of decaying meat and wolf's hair. Up on your hind legs, I was roadkill under your headlights eyes. Down on your haunches, I was another witness to the wolf man. Can't you fall on all fours when I struggle to see you? Wisconsin, in the night he repeats, "Gadarah."















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I swore I heard the music box play last night

The geometry of my life,
recognized
as the world comes
full circle.
It all goes back to that song,
the one from the musical,
that one I sang as a child.
How many music boxes,
surrounding the toy chest
my father built for me..
All playing one tune,
all wound up to the
fullest.
Years away from the girl
with a little, brown
 toy pony.
Now the women,
with cigarettes falling
from her skirt.
I cry like
the tot with bruised knees.
Somehow I'm still singing.
And its still,
"My Favorite Things."

Cryptozoology and Essays on Human Existence: Beast of Bodmin

Beast of Bodmin! Were you licking your paws when the women all screamed on the moors? Haunting some heard of cows with your panther intent? I want you locked in the barn. I want the ghost given up to me only. Be there when that barn door swings open. My love is a firing squad locked on you. Flash of the eyes of a ghost cat, left with only rugs and imported skulls.




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Cryptozoology and essays on human existence: Beast of Baldenboro

Beast of Bladenboro! All my love letters turned to dog whimpers the moment you prowled through my home. The trail you left behind your cougar's paws was nothing but dead pets and shot gun smoke. How'd you dodge all your hunters and hounds? No bobcat left to hide you. I thought I heard something outside. Keep watching the woods from my window. Feel it like a broken jaw, you drained all the blood you could see.




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I sang it to the dirt

I found an old scribbling, I find those damn things everywhere!


I Sang it to the Dirt:

You can change your life. In fact, you should. If you want something, you should just go for it already. And if that goal, like some icy mountain top, looms too high above you, you must begin to climb. Tooth and nail, feet and fingers, ego and id. If you don’t, you will forever lie at the bottom, gazing up towards the submit, cursing your height and inches.

You can not change someone else. You can support others and others can support you, be a rung on the ladder you must climb. But they can never be the top, never the goal. Only you can determine the heights of your destiny.

I only hope you let me be your rope, step, boost, helping hand. I think I have found my temple of happiness at the top of the hill. Maybe my lot in life is to be the shoulders, strong enough, to bear the precious feet of my loved ones. I would surrender all my mountain climbing, everything, to give you the world’s resources. Let me serve you. Let yourself serve you. When you reach the peak, make sure to dangle your feet over the edge and listen to your accomplishments on the wind.