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