I see at least 30 birds on a bird feeder
in a live youtube video
each hustling to get some seeds
some pecking others
even birds have bullies
I wonder if birds have psychopaths
maybe the bigger, predatory ones
like hawks that savage song birds
I’m not thinking vultures
though I can see how you
would think I was given they’re
scavengers of the dead
with near macabre appearances
but I just see them as like
janitors of the planet
cleaning up all the dead messes
without a shred of evil in them.

Bob Boyd

he couldn’t believe how fast his life had gone by
I heard of that in my youth
and it always stayed with me
now that I’m probably as old as he was
when he said it, I know it’s true
oh so true, as my life keeps speeding by
as if Death can’t have me fast enough.

Bob Boyd

To him, she was incredibly beautiful
he felt blessed when her eyes met his
when they talked for a long time
the connection was joyfully amenable
until she started becoming unhinged
and parroting political nonsense
that she’d been spoon fed daily
blindly accepted and believed
brainwashed with misinformation
designed to shape her outlooks
and use her like a useful idiot
he couldn’t abide that flaw in her
he couldn’t reason with her
he couldn’t open her eyes to truth
he could see her brainwashed views
were cemented too deeply in her
he had to bid her goodbye.

Bob Boyd

I don’t know if reincarnation is factual
I do believe it’s possible

in the past I felt I was once a Hindu monk
another time a lord in England
once a cave dweller in a primitive past

now I think these were just imagings
now I am not sure if life is a one shot or many

supposedly there were experiments with kids
who were able to remember past lives
skeptics say the results were questionable

if reincarnation is not real, the worst would be
if dead was just dead, no more you, no more me

but speaking honesty, I’ve reached a point
where I’m perfectly okay with that outcome

perhaps that’s a kind of enlightened acceptance
I don’t know for sure; maybe I’m just tired of living.

Bob Boyd

Supposedly some places are full of ghosts
why that would be is a mystery to me

and why would ghosts want to gather in certain haunts
and are they at the haunts and elsewhere in the afterlife at the same time?

do they, so to speak, expire after a certain amount of years
and what keeps them tethered to their haunts?

it’s all a mystery to me that I believe will be revealed when I join the spirits on the other side.

Bob Boyd

Geese are flying overhead
ants are marching on the ground
minnows are swimming in the water
all of them like many humans
live and move in groups
unlike me, a lone wolf,
who lives and moves alone.

Bob Boyd

When Franky got drunk,
he got crazy
beer muscles as if
on super steroids
would fight anyone
even drunk he never lost

often when under the influence
he’d say he could kick the shit
out of a polar bear at our local zoo

his friends thought that was funny
250 pound Franky going
mano a mano with
a 900 pound polar bear

except one night when Franky
said he was going home
after getting crazy drunk
he drove to the zoo instead

in the news the next day
the police reported a man broke
the polar bear’s jaw
before the polar bear
tore the man to pieces

at least Franky got a good
sucker punch in. RIP Franky.

Bob Boyd

In a city in Britain
a man makes
an innocent
social media post
a day later
six police show up
at his door
and say
someone found
your post offensive
you’re coming with
us to the police station
they grill him for hours
let him go with a warning
anymore posts or
comments like that
and you’re
going to be arrested
and most likely
sent to prison

welcome to 1984
in 2026 Britain

it used to be said
God save the king
now it’s
God save Britain.

Bob Boyd

He lived to kill young women
and torturing them as well
he found them thumbing rides on roads
hiking alone in secluded forests
wandering drunk from bars
jogging in tree dense parks
he killed at least twenty women
torturing them gleefully before
ecstatically strangling them to death
ironically his killing spree ended
when one of his intended victims
armed with a gun shot him
in the heart and in the head
on a remote forest trail
his remains devoured by wild animals
the women who murdered him
a serial killer of predatory men.

Bob Boyd

The sailors heard it emerging from the sea
a slight humming sound vibrating their ship
what the hell is that, one of them said
another one drew a gun and fired shots at it
the humming sound grew louder
the ufo whirred and floated in the air
directly toward the frightened sailors
other sailors began shooting at the ufo
their bullets having no effect
with a high pitched ringing sound
rays blasted out of the ufo
killing all the sailors, obliterating the ship
before it vanished in the sky.

Bob Boyd