wandering through life wondering what is the point of it all,
having some successes, having some failures
making the best of a situation i had no say in.
why was i thrust into this life with no sense of where I came from?
why am i going to be obliterated out of this tenuous life
without a say in how and when, non painful or extremely painful ends?
why must i endure all of these good times and these terrible times?
why does that rich guy have it all and I have little?
why was I essentially screwed and him essentially blessed?
what is the point of it all?

bob boyd

Though her cousin was personable and funny
She always sensed bad energy around him,
And she always avoided being with him.
Others didn’t seem to feel the bad energy.
Maybe she had a paranormal sixth sense.
Whatever she had, it was unfailing.
Five of her family members were poisoned to death
From sirloin steaks garnished with botulinum poison
That her evil cousin prepared for them
At a gather she had refused to attend,
Her sixth sense warning her to stay away.
When she warned her family members about attending,
They dismissed her superstitious and unfounded fears.

Bob Boyd

she was amazingly beautiful.
men gasped when they saw her in movies.
they dreamed of being with a woman
as incredibly beautiful as she was,
they knew she was impossibly inaccessible,
being a minted hollywood queen of queens.
despite her gasp-worthy, supernatural beauty,
she never found true lasting love.
married seven men in her prime years
divorced from every last one of them.
got older and her beauty waned
and never married or loved again.

bob boyd

someone is stalking you
you cannot see him but you
will know him when you do
he is heartless, deceptive
and a master serial killer
and he is coming after you
you will know him when
you see him as he kills you
he carries a scythe and
he is going to use it on you

bob boyd

relationships are not durable she said
she’d had three husbands and four kids
i took a chance on her anyway
desperate as i was for some love
i lasted seven years with her
maybe seven was an unlucky number for me
but i beat all her husbands who only lasted for four

bob boyd

she said she had to leave me
i said, “ok.”
“i expected more of you,” she said.
“i expected you would beg me to stay.”
i never begged her; it wasn’t me
to debase myself with begging.
she had a change of mind.
i didn’t.
she got mad. exited my apartment
and slammed the door
and found herself another guy.
i was good with that.
we’d run our course
on a going nowhere semi-romantic
highway to boredom and unhappiness.
it was better we got off the tour
of recuring heartaches and endless miseries.

bob boyd

i chased ghosts for years aplenty
never found a single one
in all the haunts I scrupulously explored
i searched every cranny and nook
of alleged spirit habitats far and wide
never a hidden peep or a frightening spook
never an apparition or a sudden coldness
i had to conclude there were no ghosts
until I finally found one at the end of my days
when i died and became one
haunting my house never able to be seen
never able to make the slightest peep

bob boyd

riding in a train and seeing all of america
more enjoyable then flying the skies
get to see the scenery of many towns and cities
relaxing and no air pockets or flight fears
a joyful and fascinating alternative
and you even get sleeping accommodations
as the train keeps rolling across america
another pleasant experience in your life
maybe one day you will take a train to heaven

bob boyd

she heard
the terrible keening
outside her bedroom window
frightened
scared to look outside
she summed enough courage
to peak out her window
into the dark, disturbing night
saw a female spirit
with red hair and
red eyes
from crying
staring at her
the next day
she was dead
banshee

bob boyd

manny lost his limbs in a war
didn’t want to live anymore.
pondered his sad fate constantly
and obsessed about how he’d
take his worthless, wasted life.
decided a bullet to his brain
the perfect expedient solution.

a christian proselytizer knocked
on his apartment door
turned her away
didn’t want to hear
about any religion
even god couldn’t
give him back his legs.

but the knock made
him reassess religion,
made him ponder
god and salvation.

eventually that interlude
saved him from
killing himself and
he found a purpose
in following god and
became a minister
leading other disabled
people to a comforting
faithful religious life
with god as a soothing
friend in times of need.

bob boyd