Day: July 30, 2024

Checking out at Sav-A-Lot
Saw a cylinder pendant
Around the casher’s neck
Asked about it out of curiosity
She said it held the ashes
Of her dead daughter
Said I was sorry that
Her daughter had died
She said it’s okay
She is in heaven

Bob Boyd

No
Education
No
Employment
No
Future
No
Money
No
Looks
No
Friends

Antisocial
Lost girls
Sad and
Shameful
Social
Problem
In
Indifferent
China

Bob Boyd

Mind firing on five cylinders
Gone are the six cylinders days
Heart firing on three cylinders
Holding its own despite failure
To maintain optimal function
But he has an aged induced
Zen attitude about declines
Sees death as an ultimate
Awakening into a better life

Bob Boyd

I listen to birds outside my bathroom window,
A symphony of songs, such auditory delights.
Out of nowhere the cicadas chime in harmoniously,
Sweet summer, natural music played in the trees.
I’m enjoying it as much as any human made songs,
With all the technology and fine tuned instruments.
Today no match for nature’s incredible performance.

Bob Boyd

It’s not my fault my parents named me Karen,
But when I tell people my name they giggle
And wonder if I’ll make some crazy scene.
It’s like I’m branded with the insaneness
Of all those unhinged women they see
On YouTube and in mocking news reports.
To the person who started that Karen crap,
Kiss my butt for that unfair stigma on me.

Bob Boyd

Flotsam on the sea of life,
No matter how important
People think they are.
Eventually in the end
Memories of their lives
No more significant than
Driftwood forgotten and
forever gone, swallowed
In the high seas of history.

Bob Boyd