At first she was so giving
sex all the time

But the day came when
she lost interest

and eventually he lost
interest in her

and she lost interest
in him

and they were living
more like roommates

than a married couple
still in love

and not surprisingly
their marriage died.

Bob Boyd

It was like something out of a fairy tale
when the crane came knocking on the glass of her door.
Tap … tap … tap … and there he was, long beak and all.
It began one day when she was sitting at her picnic
table outside her home.
The crane suddenly appeared and just stood staring at her.
For reasons obscure, it had no fear of her, as if she
were another crane.
Then it came to see her everyday and eventually learned
how to tap on the glass of her door,
the beginning of a long term relationship that sadly ended
when the crane got hit by a car and died.

Bob Boyd

In a dream in a room filled with people,
I saw two men briefly get in a fight.
But the scene shifted so fast that I
didn’t get to see the outcome.
The scene shifted again, and one
of the men walked back into the room,
as though there had never been a fight,
and I could see he was a nice guy, as
was the other guy who fought him.
One guy was up for shaking hands
and forgetting about the tussel,
but the other was still angry.
So I stepped in and convinced him
to forget about the fight and took
his hand into the other guy’s hand,
and they both shook hands and
let the grievances go.
What that was about or meant
I do not know.

Bob Boyd

Day is night.
Night is day,
blending into
each other
almost as
though one.
Time speeds up.
you slow down.
Then you see
how it all went
by so fast, and
then you’re in
the ground
with day and
night still
blending into
each other
as though one.

Bob Boyd

Some people claim to have
had phone calls from the dead,

as if the dead can in rare cases
make phone calls from the afterlife,

as if the dead could use technology
to make contact with the living.

On September 20, 1988, the author,
David Koontz, supposedly received

a phone call from a woman he
thought was his mother.

She said, “Please be careful” 3 times.

2 days later, Koontz’s father, who had
dementia, tried to stab him to death.

Maybe there’s something to phone
calls from the dead.

Bob Boyd

Once in a while I get what I see as delusional,
the nagging need for another, another woman
in my vintaged life.

I expunge that need from my sometimes
lovelorn mind by weighing the pros and the cons,
and the cons always win.

Sometimes I wish I could do some psychic surgery
on the part of my brain that emits what I see as
harmful, romantic feelings.

But those occasional feelings are so deeply rooted
in my unruly old brain that I don’t think that even
a lobotomy could weed them out.

Bob Boyd

I often see them in crime shows getting arrested
for drunk driving.
I often see them in the news, teachers sexaully
abusing students.
I often see their links on YouTube to OnlyFans
exhibiting their bodies for money.
I often read about them on Sugar Daddy sites
selling their bodies for money.
I often see them on Youtube and TickTock videos
unhinged, acting insanely, over politics.
I often saw them on YouTube and TikTok videos
ecstatic that Chirley Kirk got murdered.
Some of them are alcholics, some are pedophles,
some are like prostitutes,some are just plain evil,
many, perhaps most, you cannot trust.
Women are not what they used to be, except
for some who still are what they used to be.

Bob Boyd

She claimed she loved him,
but she really loved herself.

When she got bored with him,
he saw she was really uncaring,
indifferent to his problems.

He saw then the real her,
superficial and about herself,
never really about him.

Not unlike those Dear John
women who write off men
they say they love when
the men are away in the military.

He saw the inevitable coming,
her departure from him,
and he was so relieved
when she was finally gone.

Often men are better off
when alone.

Bob Boyd

She said she’d love me forever,
even added and ever behind the forever.
But her yearly calendar or her sense of forever
was tragically inexact, not everlasting.
The lasting minus the ever of her pledged love
survived less than eight seasons for unknown reasons
when she dated another and mathematically
broke her pledge and subtracted
all of the forever out of our momentary love.

Bob Boyd

If only octopi could fly
imagine seeing them in the sky.
And why does the plural of octopus
sound like a freshly baked pie?
But, of course, seeing octopi in the sky
wouldn’t fly.
People would freak out.
And Henny Penny would probably think
that terrifying sight was worse than the sky falling.
Or that it was something out of a Lovecraftian
cosmic horror tale come to life.
So, in retrospect, I guess it’s best that octopi
cannot fly in the sky.

Bob Boyd

It rains fish in Honduras up to four times yearly.
Strong winds, waterspouts, the prayers of a
Spanish priest? Nobody knows for sure.

In 1982 it was raining men in the USA,
according to a song by the Weather Girls.
Maybe we need a song about raining fish
in Honduras entitled Lluvia de peces.

Bob Boyd

He was a good man
worked hard to build
a fortune with his business
married to his wife for 45 years
until she passed away from cancer
became lonely a year later
met a young waitress
half his age
fell in love with her
they got married
gave her a wonderful life
money and material abundance
her gratitude?
cheated on him
had him murdered
to seize his life insurance
his possessions and his riches
her infamy failed
this diabolical woman
arrested and imprisoned
a life sentence with no parole.

Bob Boyd

Churches abandoned
and decaying.
Churches burned
like a sacrilege.
Others turned into
mosques.
Christians dwindling.
Muslims increasing.
A void created.
Islam filling it.
A faltering Christian
nation that may
not have a prayer.

Bob Boyd

Yes I’m talking to you, my ex in the afterlife.
Will we meet again when I expire?
Will our hearts be on fire?
You were exceptionally nice, but you left
me alone too much,
more interested in spending time with your
friends than with me.
Yet, when I left, you tried for years to get me back
despite not appreciating me when you had me.
My guess is in the afterlife there will be no fire
in our hearts
only unconditional love for each other and everyone.

Bob Boyd

She loves her career more than him,
and she’s married to it.

She spends more time at work
than with him, her real husband.

My forecast for her marriage is
cloudy with intermittent storms

and maybe a devastating hurricane
that will tear it apart

with her and her neglected husband
seeking shelter in separate directions

and her staying faithful to her
career after the devastation

of her secondary marriage.

Bob Boyd

I’m having a dream and minding my
own business, per usual.

A young, attractive blonde haired woman
slips into the dream.

Were talking, connecting, despite me being
monk-like in the real world.

I’m becoming into her, liking her, wanting
to talk to her more in the future.

The scene shifts. I’m walking somewhere
having doubts and hopes,

maybe it could work out inspite of the age
difference; no, impossible, I’m too old for her.

I wake up groggy and wonder why I sometimes
have unrequited dreams of women like that,

and if as some claim, dreams are really visits
to astral planes.

Maybe when my I go into The Big Sleep, I’ll
wake up in the afterlife and find out.

Bob Boyd

They can be as long as ten feet and as heavy
as 330 pounds: komodo dragons.

Recently in a YouTube video, I saw one attack
and swallow a little, screaming goat.

How I hated seeing their little goat die in
such a shocking, violent manner,

and I hated that monster lizard for what
it did to that little goat.

You may say it’s just “survival of the fittest,”
and you are right,

but that doesn’t reduce my hate for komodo dragons
after seeing one kill and eat a harmless, little lamb.

Bob Boyd

Listening to a whispering woman with pink hair
ASMRing me with her whispers,

taking me deeper and deeper into a profoundly
relaxed state.

I’m ambivalent about her long pink hair, but
I’m definately enchanted by her ASMR whisperings,

and I feel as if I could listen to and be relaxed
by her forever.

Bob Boyd

Never liked the practice in England
of calling people commoners,

as if they were far less than the
so-called nobility,

as if it were perfectly acceptable
to degrade and insult them

with the commoner label that
deemed them merely ordinary.

That designated them as lesser
beings than the haughty nobility.

I say there are more common people
among the nobility

than among the regular people
unconstrained by pompous titles

and inflated delusions of self-importance.

Bob Boyd

The spiritual master had a palpable presence;
it lit you up like a light bulb.

The bliss, the peace, beyond what you
would have or could have imagined.

And you knew you were in the presence of
something akin to a force field

that emanated powerfully wherever the
spiritual master was.

And when he died, the palpable presence
emanated all over his burial site grounds

as if his profound essence had never died.

Bob Boyd