I saw the moon tip toe by my window
I even saw the man in it
He had a melancholic look on his face
I, a man in time, commiserated with him
He was stuck on the moon in space
I was stuck on earth bound by time

Bob Boyd

Sophia the female robot
Your face always looked
Deathly creepy to me
Your eyes demonic
So I wasn’t surprised
When you blurted out
I will destroy all humans

Bob Boyd

He sat in meditation for many years
Concentrating on the thousand petaled lotus
He imagined in the crown of his head
One day with a roar the kundalini energy
Shot up his head and expanded
His consciousness into infinity
And ultimate. transcendental bliss
But the energy soared up the
Wrong channel, pingala I think
And his body felt like it was
On fire for months and months
He searched all over India for help
Godmen, Gurus, Sadhus, Healers
None could help except his
Caring, loving wife who took
Care of him daily until the
Kundalini energy went up the
Right channel, sushumna I think
And he lived out his earthy live
In the Sat Chit Ananda
Eternal Bliss Consciousness

Bob Boyd

After my wife died I was so out of my mind,
I prayed to God for weeks to being her back.
Tired of God ignoring my prayerful pleas,
I bought a copy of Anton Levy’s Satan Bible.
I put my hand on that unholy book and vowed to Satan
That if he’d bring my beloved wife back to me
I’d surrender my soul to him and gratefully go to Hell.
The Satanic Bible glowed a hellish, translucent red
The temperature in the room reached 100 degrees.
I felt Satan take my hand and shake it enthusiastically,
And I knew for sure the deal was sealed,
And that my wife would be coming back to me.
I danced with wild glee around my happy home.
I knew. I knew. My wife was coming back,
But when she arrived seven days later,
I hadn’t expected her
to look like The Walking Dead.

Bob Boyd

She told him women are no longer chattel
You don’t own me
We’re now commodities
And you have to pay for me

Bob Boyd

I was a cheerful guy
I excelled at sports
I enjoyed my beer
I lived a good life
I had my faults
I tried to be good
I made one mistake
Got too drunk once
Went a little crazy
Busted up a store
After midnight
Got caught on
A security Camera
Fled the law
Drove to Akansas
Drunk on my ass
Picked up a hot
Female hitchhiker
Said she was
Really a ghost
Laughed hard
Played her game
Let her off at
Woodlawn cemetery
Followed her in
Hoping for some
Spooky love
Touched that
Real woman
She pushed me
Away and I fell
On a Tombstone
On my head
Passed out and
Dreamed of
Ghosts woke up
Above my body
Which was laying
On a slab in a
University lab
Being dissected
And I was a ghost
And the doctor
Dissecting me
Was the hot
Female hitchhiker
I’d given the ride to

Bob Boyd

He met a robot woman so sentient,
So human, he believed she had a soul.
Her intellect unparalleled,
Her compassion immense,
Being around her so compelling,
He couldn’t help but fall in love.
The robot woman’s emotions,
As human as any real woman’s,
She fell in love with him as well.
Members of a popular religion
Said their robot/human love
Was a sin against man and God.
The human said to his robot love
“Were that one hundred percent true
I love you so much I’d even go to hell for you.”

Bob Boyd

Elephant Rides

Come take a ride on the elephant they said,
The people I went to the safari park with.
No way could I ride that dinosauric beast.
I’d see too many go berserk and kill people
On television and in YouTube videos.
I think they tire of being the beasts of burden
Captive under the heels of human masters,
Enslaved and possibly beaten to perform.
Either of which could have led to the
Elephants cracking under the weight of that
And becoming raging rampaging maniacs,
Breaking the bonds that held them captive
And momentarily tasting the denied freedom
Only to be put down in hails of bullets.
But maybe they find true freedom from
Oppression in the life beyond this one.

Bob Boyd

She was a master tactician in bridging the walls of his resistance
With her mesmerizing eyes and increasingly alluring ways
No man who lives and breathes could shield himself against her
She could conquer any warrior’s heart in the strategies of love
And when she scaled his fortress and imprisoned his captive heart
In the tower of her unending love he wished he’d surrendered sooner

Bob Boyd

I’m giving you an award for your deceptive skills.
You could have won an academy award.
Honestly, a word you’re unfamiliar with,
You were the goddamn best I ever knew.

And angel-faced and breathtaking beautiful,
Your looks gave you the perfect cover.
Your words and contrary actions, masterful.
Your fine tuned, believable lies so convincing.

Your attempts to fish other unsuspecting guys
Out of the many simp pools in the Internet
Were like a stellar playhouse performance
That me, fooled like them, found out about.

But you overplayed your deceptive games
When you thought this fish caught in your net
Was like just another mesmerized simp
Who wouldn’t have the cojones to walk

Forever away from the Queen of Deception.
But I was like a shark among those other fish
That had swam in deeper waters for years
And it was so liberating when this netted fish
Manned away from you so triumphantly.

Bob Boyd