Day: August 19, 2024

The beautiful women of my generation,
All old now and their looks obliterated.
Though it shouldn’t, this saddens me.
In their youth in movies and on TV
Their beauty seemed imperishable, but
Like dead roses, their looks have died,
A mournful reminder nothing lasts.
And so tragic their beauty was like a
Fleeting illusion in this impermanence.
Alas, if only these lovelies could have
Stayed young and beautiful forever.

Bob Boyd

He’d been studying her secretly for two weeks;
He’d gotten her patterns down and was ready to attack,
Easy prey, she lived by herself in a quiet part of the city,
He’d break in, hold her at gunpoint, raped her and kill her.
On the sweet chosen night, he began to break in her house,
A cautious sleeper, she heard him tinkering at her front door.
She knew danger was coming, told him she had a gun.
He said no problem, honey, I’ve got a gun too,
And I’m here to enjoy you, and I’m going to love killing you.
When he broke through the door she fired rat-tat-tat
He fired back rat-tat-tat. When the shots died down
The would be rapist/murderer was dead.
The would be victim was alive.

Bob Boyd

Thousands of people pass by me daily In this sorry city.
Some bump into me without an excuse me as if I don’t exist.
In a way I don’t as I roam this city mindlessly like a ghost.

These streets are suffocating, demoralizing and soul destroying,
But I’m homeless, addicted, broken and nowhere else to go.

This tired city is my meal ticket for surviving another pointless day.
I rummage through trash kills and garbage bins and beg for money.

Maybe one day I’ll turn things around, get over my addiction.
Maybe Jesus will save a godforsaken drug addict like me.
Maybe the Easter Bunny and Santa Claus are real.

Bob Boyd

Said he was a ufologist
who visited many sites
alleged to have ufo
activity.

Told me he finally
found a site with
ufo activity.

Location was in
a nearby forest.

Said he met aliens
Near a cave there.

Asked me if I wanted
to see the aliens
with him.

No way, I said.

A friend agreed to
go with him and
disappeared.

APB for ufologist —
a serial killer.

Bob Boyd