the bridge was out
The bridge was out
Original bridge long gone
But the replacement
Built in 1901
Supposedly home
To her ghost
Phantom trains
Seen and heard
—Not another phantom choo choo
We’re missing a centerpiece Eric
We need a really good story
Suppressed technology
Tesla
Free energy
Ancient Astronauts
Anti-gravity
Vimana aircraft of ancient
One hour films about hauntings
Each of the 50 states
Now it’s Iowa’s turn
A lot of stories
About cursed angels in cemeteries
Of all states
Have highest percentage
Of residents
Indifferent to ghost stories
—Why are they so jaded?
—Honey I don’t think a boat
—Will be big enough for all of your cousins
I don’t think that was meant for me
—Oops that was for Lori
—Am multi-tasking
His fiancé
Wants to get married
On a ship
That would sail
Around the
Too small
To accommodate everyone
And to transfer
From a ceremony
To a reception
As smooth and quickly
As they’d hope
—I just want a simple Jewish wedding
—And a great party with good music
—That’s all
—I don’t care about the flowers
—And her relatives I don’t know
—Just want it to be over
—Over
Secret societies
The Knights Templar
Time travel
Cryptozoology
Yeti, Skunk apes
Sasquatch
One daughter Julie
Home from school
17 years old
Blonde
High wasted skinny jeans
Blue crop top
Been pouting
Not eating much
Not doing homework
Stares out the window
Plays with her hair
Keep asking
What’s wrong Julie?
What’s wrong?
Looks down
Shakes her head
We think it’s her boyfriend Nick
Acting strange
Distant
Doesn’t know
What’s going on
Been together 9 months
Not telling us much
Tricksters
Men in Black
Skinwalkers
Shape Shifters
Jokers
—Hey I found something
—It’s a cool story
Old newspaper clipping
From 1903
Daily News
That Winged Monster
Town of
Badly Wrought Up
***
And to turn them
And to turn them
A great form
Of some kind
Peter has proof
That the demon exists
Huge wings
Of skin
A great form
Reveals itself
Builds a wall
Around the footprint
With cardboard strip
And paper clip
Hold the track
Two parts plaster of Paris
One part water
Dries quickly
The footprint
A great form
Of some kind
I have proof
I have proof
Of the monster
And to turn them
From the darkness
Night of
October 2 nd
Soft winds
Rain from the North
Quiet
OV White
Sleeping
Second story room
Fisher and White Hardware and Furniture
Jolted awake
Abrupt rasping sound
Outside his window
Loud chocking
Liquid
Heard the stories
In town
About the mysterious monster
The demon
He held the cast
Of its footprint
3 toes
Like a demon
A great form
Of some kind
A flash of light
In the darkness
I behold Satan
As lightning falls from heaven
To open their eyes
And to turn them
From the darkness
To the light
Grabs his Browning Auto-5
Self-loading shotgun
Louder gurgling sounds
Rasping
Opens his window
Peers out
Into the darkness and rain
Nothing
Mist
But his eyes adjust
Looks up
A dark figure
Great form
Of some kind
Shadow
On the cross member
Of the telephone pole
Runs downstairs
Stares up
Thing has wings
A gargoyle
Takes deliberate aim
Slow exhalation
Pulls the trigger
Fires
Does not fall to the ground
Does not fall to the ground
Shines its light
On him
Like a headlight
Shot from his rifle
No effect
Only woke it up
Powerful musky
Sulfur odor
Overwhelming
Staggers to the ground
Neighbor Sidney Gregg
Heard the shot
Runs to the door
See what commotion
Is about
Sees White
Trying to crawl away
Monster descends
From telephone pole
Using huge beak
For grip
Descends
Upon reaching ground
Stands erect
8 feet tall
Lights from its forehead
So bright
Like a search beam
Darts about
Flaps its
Featherless wings
Sound of morning mail train
In the distance
Pulling into town
Starts to run
On all four feet
Direction of old coal mine
Wings
The bridge was out
Original bridge long gone
But the replacement
Built in 1901
Supposedly home
To her ghost
Phantom trains
Seen and heard
—Not another phantom choo choo
We’re missing a centerpiece Eric
We need a really good story
Suppressed technology
Tesla
Free energy
Ancient Astronauts
Anti-gravity
Vimana aircraft of ancient
One hour films about hauntings
Each of the 50 states
Now it’s Iowa’s turn
A lot of stories
About cursed angels in cemeteries
Of all states
Have highest percentage
Of residents
Indifferent to ghost stories
—Why are they so jaded?
—Honey I don’t think a boat
—Will be big enough for all of your cousins
I don’t think that was meant for me
—Oops that was for Lori
—Am multi-tasking
His fiancé
Wants to get married
On a ship
That would sail
Around the
Too small
To accommodate everyone
And to transfer
From a ceremony
To a reception
As smooth and quickly
As they’d hope
—I just want a simple Jewish wedding
—And a great party with good music
—That’s all
—I don’t care about the flowers
—And her relatives I don’t know
—Just want it to be over
—Over
Secret societies
The Knights Templar
Time travel
Cryptozoology
Yeti, Skunk apes
Sasquatch
One daughter Julie
Home from school
17 years old
Blonde
High wasted skinny jeans
Blue crop top
Been pouting
Not eating much
Not doing homework
Stares out the window
Plays with her hair
Keep asking
What’s wrong Julie?
What’s wrong?
Looks down
Shakes her head
We think it’s her boyfriend Nick
Acting strange
Distant
Doesn’t know
What’s going on
Been together 9 months
Not telling us much
Tricksters
Men in Black
Skinwalkers
Shape Shifters
Jokers
—Hey I found something
—It’s a cool story
Old newspaper clipping
From 1903
Daily News
That Winged Monster
Town of
Badly Wrought Up
***
And to turn them
And to turn them
A great form
Of some kind
Peter has proof
That the demon exists
Huge wings
Of skin
A great form
Reveals itself
Builds a wall
Around the footprint
With cardboard strip
And paper clip
Hold the track
Two parts plaster of Paris
One part water
Dries quickly
The footprint
A great form
Of some kind
I have proof
I have proof
Of the monster
And to turn them
From the darkness
Night of
October 2 nd
Soft winds
Rain from the North
Quiet
OV White
Sleeping
Second story room
Fisher and White Hardware and Furniture
Jolted awake
Abrupt rasping sound
Outside his window
Loud chocking
Liquid
Heard the stories
In town
About the mysterious monster
The demon
He held the cast
Of its footprint
3 toes
Like a demon
A great form
Of some kind
A flash of light
In the darkness
I behold Satan
As lightning falls from heaven
To open their eyes
And to turn them
From the darkness
To the light
Grabs his Browning Auto-5
Self-loading shotgun
Louder gurgling sounds
Rasping
Opens his window
Peers out
Into the darkness and rain
Nothing
Mist
But his eyes adjust
Looks up
A dark figure
Great form
Of some kind
Shadow
On the cross member
Of the telephone pole
Runs downstairs
Stares up
Thing has wings
A gargoyle
Takes deliberate aim
Slow exhalation
Pulls the trigger
Fires
Does not fall to the ground
Does not fall to the ground
Shines its light
On him
Like a headlight
Shot from his rifle
No effect
Only woke it up
Powerful musky
Sulfur odor
Overwhelming
Staggers to the ground
Neighbor Sidney Gregg
Heard the shot
Runs to the door
See what commotion
Is about
Sees White
Trying to crawl away
Monster descends
From telephone pole
Using huge beak
For grip
Descends
Upon reaching ground
Stands erect
8 feet tall
Lights from its forehead
So bright
Like a search beam
Darts about
Flaps its
Featherless wings
Sound of morning mail train
In the distance
Pulling into town
Starts to run
On all four feet
Direction of old coal mine
Wings
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