Month: May 2024

At 12 o’clock am you came knocking
Again, and again, and again
You foul, evil thing
You tried to beguile him
Again, and again, and again
But he was more powerful than you
And not fooled by your incomparable beauty
Yet, you persisted
Night, after night, after night
Until he summoned a familiar
From the depths of his id
You never imagined he had
Darkness against darkness
Horror against horror
Too terrifying
Too formidable
For foul, evil you
Too late you learned
Disembodied, dead
Succubus

Sea fishing off a pier in Cape Cod
Must have been about twelve
Using crab meat for my bait
Fishing line ten feet off the pier
Hoping to catch exotic sea fish
Fet a tug on the line, reeled it in
A twirling crab holding on the bait
With a single claw determined
To not let the bait escape
I had caught a cannibal
Instead of a sea fish

Bob Boyd

In the bar that night in Stanton
A little guy began making a fuss
Two burly bouncers summoned
Dragged him out of the bar
A racket was heard outside
When bar patrons looked
Two burly bouncers dead
And the little guy vanished
Like an apparition that night

Bob Boyd

The night you went missing,
The last anyone saw of you,
Nobody had any answers.
Your car was gone as well
Panicking I searched for you,
Even in other nearby cities.
Never found you or your car.
A year after you were gone
Saw you in a vivid dream
You looked at me lovingly
And I knew you had died.
But I never found out
What happened to you.

Bob Boyd

Courageous like a lion
Seemingly invincible
Built like a superman
Magnificent endurance
Athletically gifted
Felt like an immortal
With unlimited power
Heart went bad in
His early forties
Cancer followed
Made him skeletal
And unbearably ill
Weak as a kitten
Dead at fifty six

Bob Boyd

Like salmon swimming upstream,
Like birds flying north and south,
My heart is irresistibly drawn to you.
It’s a love as natural as stars shining,
The planets spinning in the heavens.
And my love for you is as vast and
Abundant as the billions of stars
Moving endlessly in the Milky Way.
And even if all the stars, the planets
And the universe died, I’d still be
Loving you as long as you
Wanted me too, and my heart
is yours now and forever.

Bob Boyd

Beware the cat woman of the moon
Her lunar meows like banshee screams
Her intentions, a bad ending for you
Harold Olds met her in 1953 on one of
those full moon portentous nights
She scratched on his door disguised
Her meows like a earth kitty’s
He said what’s the matter kitty and
Let her in his house to help her out
Gave her some milk in a bowl and
Some leftover last night’s hamburger
In seconds she gulped it all down

The human trapped, with her alien
Powers she put him to sleep and
Transported him through the roof
Of his house and up to the moon
And Harold died in deep space
Along the long way up and
The cat woman of the moon
Meowing merrily sauteed his
Corpse, licked her lips and
Enjoyed some exotic earth
Food, the sweet ending of
a successful planetary prowl.

Bob Boyd

There was an old lady who talked on YouTube
Said she was a senior orphan, no husband
no family, few casual friends, lived in public
housing, unhappy afraid of facing a drawn out
miserable end of her impoverished life in a
nursing home taking all her social security
and the remains of her dignity and her life
unlike her faded past when she had a
fulfilling career as a counselor solving peoples’
problems making their worlds better before
becoming a lonely throw away old orphaned
lady finding some solace semblance of a life
telling her woeful stories and bemoaning her
dwindling lonely days on YouTube.

In a way she reminds me of the little old
woman who lived in a shoe because except
with no children and fewer things to do
her life has dwindled down to a small space
like the inside of an old shoe and like the
old woman in the shoe she had become as
insignificant as an old fairy tale no longer
young and exuberant living a full life with
hopes and dreams friends and lovers
instead of poverty and lost days and
long gone empty dreams, disheartened
days and nights and understandable
YouTube bemoanings.

Boyd

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

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