impermanent world
people dying everywhere
few wondering why
Bob Boyd
Day: February 28, 2024
Timeless Love
her beauty erased
once a Miss America
plastic surgery
Botox and
a multitude of
age defying
lotions and
useless potions
against age
desecrations
when embracing her
her husband
closes his eyes
and pretends
she’s a beauty again
she closes her eyes
and pretends
he’s handsome again
together 40 years
they know
each other’s game
and still love
each other
their aged
wrinkled bodies
and lost looks
no deterrent to
lasting true love.
Bob Boyd
Monster Monsoon
The rain beats hard against my battered windows.
Its attacks have a dangerously foreboding sound,
Sprays of bullets intent on killing the window panes
And maybe me next if it succeeds in its quest.
Nice and safe inside, like being a kid again,
Covered in security blanket woven in warmth,
Hiding from the angry searching rain,
Cozy, warm and protected against,
The relentless monster monsoon,
That keeps beating on my trembling windows
As if it wants to get in and finish me.
Soaking me thoroughly like a fish in the sea,
Giving me a cold or maybe pneumonia.
Does the rain have a dark soul
That longs to kill me?
At last it has run out of breath
And simmered down,
Reduced to precipitation,
The beating sounds gone.
Its torrential might
Dissolved into drizzle
Before the sun shuts it down.
Bob Boyd
Ambivalence
Sometimes I think it would be nice
to have a girlfriend or a wife.
Then I think about how what is first supremely sweet
can turn acidly sour.
I think about all the relationships and marriages
drowning in seas of disillusionment.
And I wonder to myself, do I really want to take the chance,
the possibility of a shipwrecked love and a marooned heart.
Without doubt, it can be advantageous when one becomes two,
but the tides are high and the seas can run dry.
Bob Boyd
The Fall
had a fall tonight
water on floor in Walgreens store
sprung up tough as steel
Bob Boyd
True story. There was water on the floor and I hit the floor so hard and so fast the store employers thought I’d need to have someone called or that I was something akin to mortality wounded, lol. Luckily I don’t had osteoporosis and better I fell on that slippery floor than a an elderly woman with osteoporosis; it could have been a broken hip and a hospitalization, possibly death 6 months later.
So in a way, despite the cuts on my finger and my elbow and the soreness, better me than that elderly woman.
Concerned for me, a 79-year-man, one of the employees asked me twice if I was all right. I said, “No problem. I’m tough as nails,” which is actually true, and thank God, I don’t have osteoporosis or slow reflexes. My hand and elbow took the brunt of the fall instead of worse case scenario my head and possibly death.