Month: October 2024

someone is stalking you
you cannot see him but you
will know him when you do
he is heartless, deceptive
and a master serial killer
and he is coming after you
you will know him when
you see him as he kills you
he carries a scythe and
he is going to use it on you

bob boyd

she was amazingly beautiful.
men gasped when they saw her in movies.
they dreamed of being with a woman
as incredibly beautiful as she was,
they knew she was impossibly inaccessible,
being a minted hollywood queen of queens.
despite her gasp-worthy, supernatural beauty,
she never found true lasting love.
married seven men in her prime years
divorced from every last one of them.
got older and her beauty waned
and never married or loved again.

bob boyd

relationships are not durable she said
she’d had three husbands and four kids
i took a chance on her anyway
desperate as i was for some love
i lasted seven years with her
maybe seven was an unlucky number for me
but i beat all her husbands who only lasted for four

bob boyd

i chased ghosts for years aplenty
never found a single one
in all the haunts I scrupulously explored
i searched every cranny and nook
of alleged spirit habitats far and wide
never a hidden peep or a frightening spook
never an apparition or a sudden coldness
i had to conclude there were no ghosts
until I finally found one at the end of my days
when i died and became one
haunting my house never able to be seen
never able to make the slightest peep

bob boyd

she said she had to leave me
i said, “ok.”
“i expected more of you,” she said.
“i expected you would beg me to stay.”
i never begged her; it wasn’t me
to debase myself with begging.
she had a change of mind.
i didn’t.
she got mad. exited my apartment
and slammed the door
and found herself another guy.
i was good with that.
we’d run our course
on a going nowhere semi-romantic
highway to boredom and unhappiness.
it was better we got off the tour
of recuring heartaches and endless miseries.

bob boyd

she heard
the terrible keening
outside her bedroom window
frightened
scared to look outside
she summed enough courage
to peak out her window
into the dark, disturbing night
saw a female spirit
with red hair and
red eyes
from crying
staring at her
the next day
she was dead
banshee

bob boyd

riding in a train and seeing all of america
more enjoyable then flying the skies
get to see the scenery of many towns and cities
relaxing and no air pockets or flight fears
a joyful and fascinating alternative
and you even get sleeping accommodations
as the train keeps rolling across america
another pleasant experience in your life
maybe one day you will take a train to heaven

bob boyd

manny lost his limbs in a war
didn’t want to live anymore.
pondered his sad fate constantly
and obsessed about how he’d
take his worthless, wasted life.
decided a bullet to his brain
the perfect expedient solution.

a christian proselytizer knocked
on his apartment door
turned her away
didn’t want to hear
about any religion
even god couldn’t
give him back his legs.

but the knock made
him reassess religion,
made him ponder
god and salvation.

eventually that interlude
saved him from
killing himself and
he found a purpose
in following god and
became a minister
leading other disabled
people to a comforting
faithful religious life
with god as a soothing
friend in times of need.

bob boyd

he woke up in a coffin
dark and terrifying.
it wasn’t a nightmare;
it was horrifyingly
real.

claustrophobic
he panicked
and screamed
and screamed
till his lungs
almost burst.

he scratched
the coffin frantically
in his crazed,
screaming state
trying in vain
to open it.

but the weight
of six feet
of freshly
shoveled earth
kept the
coffin hermetically
sealed and
the horror
engulfed him.

he panicked gasping
for his dying breath
over and over,
his heart pumping
like an overworked
failing piston,
and he mercifully died
of a massive heart
attack.

and he found freedom
from the coffin
as his spirit rose
out of the coffin,
out of the grave
and into the light
of the afterlife.

bob boyd

he liked to fish as much as he could.
he’d caught trout, perch, bass and more.
he’d caught so many fish he couldn’t keep score.
but one day after thirty years of avid fishing
he had an epiphany. he realized he’d been
wantonly taking all those fish lives for sport
instead of fishing for sustenance and survival.
what he had done amounted to no more
than a wasteful, selfish fish killing spree,
and he never fished again after that.

bob boyd

i kept wondering what ticked
inside her oblong brain
what the hell made
her the way she was
half crazy, half normal,
her brain short-circuited
her synapses
intermittently transmitting
her brain cells
sometimes fried
sometimes overcooked
one day she loved me
next day she hated me
i gave it a good year
all i could take,
my mind baked
from her split personality
her unceasing drama
her love hate
thing for me
and her hot and cold
temperament

bob boyd

those bastards the greys took my amie away from me.
they came through the walls. they froze me like a statue
before I could try to stop them from taking my love away.
somehow they floated through the walls with her,
and she was gone like the moon in morning daylight.
i have a horrible feeling they will never bring her back.
i was told they might be turning her into a hybrid.
oh, god how that worries me, the thought of them
turning my amie forever into a human alien freak.
it’s worse there is nothing i can do about it.
no way i can follow their otherworldly trail.
all i can do is pray and pray and pray
and hope those aliens come back again
and bring my amie back to me.

bob boyd

though i marvel at the ferocity of werewolves
under foreboding full moon nights.
and i love their dramatic transformations
from mere men to mighty beasts,

i prefer the aesthetics of vampires,
those magnetic, elegant creatures of the night.
i like how they are so debonair
and how with a mesmerizing gaze,
they can seduce even the most resistant beauty.

werewolves lack class and refinement,
uncultured, they are just savage beasts.
instead of wooing a comely lady
with hypnotic charms and enticements
they choose to tear her body apart,
like desecrating a masterpiece work of art.

and if you are a werewolf reading this,
you will get no apologies from me.
you are what you are;
i am what i am –
your worst critic.

bob boyd

he met bree through a spirit box.
she said loving things to him,
though she was disembodied
they hit it off, and he fell in love.
little did he realize the talks
were just in his receptive head,
a case of auditory pareidolia.

bob boyd

falling off a tall building and
splattering on the pavement?

thrown bound and gagged
into a pit of poisonous spiders?

thrown bound and gagged
into a pit of poisonous snakes?

your life ended in the slow horrifying
grip of a giant python?

beaten senseless and thrown off a cruise ship
at night in shark infested water?

being slowly cut to death by a razor?

bound and burned out of this life in a raging fire?

devoured to death by starving hogs?

tied up and tossed into a pool
of bloodthirsty razor-toothed piranhas?

snatched off a shoreline by an alligator
and eaten chomp by chomp by it?

mauled to death by ferocious dogs?

savaged to death by hungry lions?

pray you don’t expire in any of these ways,
but if you had to, which one would you choose?

bob boyd

a playboy in his youth
had many beauties
his game got bad
in his elderly years
when he went bald
and his skin sagged
and wrinkled and
got aging spots
and he looked like
a walking talking
scarecrow and
even old ladies
in nursing homes
turned him down

bob boyd

anatoly moskvin had a genius IQ
and spoke thirteen languages
claimed as a child he was forced
to kiss a waxed up dead girl.

when he grew up he slept
on little girl’s graves in
graveyards so he could
talk and listen to them.

he eventually dug up the
dead children, said they
wanted to be freed from
their imprisonment in the
caskets under the ground.

he brought them home
mummified them and
talked to them and
celebrated their birthdays
with them.

he did this in his parents
home, but they said they
never knew about it and
thought anatoly had just
built little dolls for fun.

due to his suspicious grave
desecrations on november
2, 2011 the police investigated
him and found twenty-six bodies
in his apartment and
in his parent’s garage.

anatoly was diagnosed with
paranoid schizophrenia and
sentenced to a psychiatric clinic
where he remains to this day.

bob boyd

Full moons had a strange
lunar effect on him.
He wasn’t a werewolf.
He didn’t go bat crap crazy.
He didn’t go temporarily insane,
Or maybe he did a little.
When the moon was full he
claimed to have lived on it
In a long ago former life.
He said the moon had been
Populated millions of years
Ago by inhabitants like him.
He did look a little weird;
So it almost seemed true.
And during those full moons.
He would talk In a strange
language intermittently
Unlike any language on
Earth, which made you wonder.

Bob Boyd

fifteen-year-old Danny identified as a dog
his parents and his teachers went along with it
even when he barked too loud
at home and in school
he slept in a dog house in his room
he wagged his imaginary tale
his mother fed him soybean doggy bones
his gender fluid girlfriend Emma
took him for walks on a long leash
everything was grand until Danny growled at a pitbull
and the pitbull tore the shit out of him
now Danny identifies as a fire breathing dragon
and plans to scorch that pitbull into oblivion
once he heals from all the torn flesh and the bites

Bob Boyd

she joined the military for love of country
and became a combat soldier in a death zone.
she saw others dying all around her,
one was her boyfriend of seven days.
she never expected to see and experience
such endless carnage, such hellish horrors,
and so many young soldiers dying.
her company got ambushed, most killed.
she became a terrified prisoner of war,
suffered indignities she never imagined
at the barbaric hands of an enemy who
didn’t care about the Geneva Conventions.
their tortures and gang rapes left her
broken, brutalized and disabled.
she got discharged from the military,
the high cost of her military service
incurable PTSD and haunting memories
of what the barbarians did to her.
and she spent the rest of her days
being counseled at VA vet centers
adrift the civilian life she never
felt at home in ever again.

Bob Boyd