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