Day: March 8, 2025

She said what crawled up his butt and died
But what crawled up his butt was still alive
when he learned she had committed a faux pas suicide
by cheating on him with one Mr. Dobson
who used to live in the apartment next to theirs
until he unexpectedly moved to the Glenview cemetery
where she was soon to take up residence
after the police found her corpse with fifty stab wounds
and didn’t find her person of interest psycho husband
until he turned up dead with a bullet through his head,
a self inflicted Smith&Wesson suicide on highway 666.

Bob Boyd

Imagine if reincarnation is real
Imagine if we come back to each life
like an actor playing different roles
a good person one life
a bad person the next
in another incarnation
a composite of the two
the different roles
each repeating life
to sort of balance and ready us
to be refined enough
to eventually achieve
to finally attain
a perfect eternal liberation
from this refinement of souls
this repeating life

Bob Boyd

Watching the Rasbora fish
in my ten gallon aquarium,
I’m seeing a microcosm of humanity:

Some of the Rasboras get along
and seem like friends.

Some dislike each other
and have occasional spats.

Some of them hate each other
and get into territorial wars.

Some of them seem to fall in love.
and mate and have fish kids.

Most of them just want to get along
and go swimmingly about their daily business.

Bob Boyd

I don’t care if she is a witch
My pulse reaches a frantic pitch
When She looks into my stunned eyes
And her love above all I prize.

I don’t care if she casts a spell
That could send us both to hell
For her love, I’d even go there
For her love, I’d go anywhere.

Bob Boyd

When I was a teenager, a Christian teenager
befriended me.

But his friendship was counterfeit.
He just wanted to convert me to his particular
brand of Christianity.

He said if you don’t go with Jesus,
you go to hell.

I wasn’t a deep thinker as a teenager.
I was superficial, rebellious and trouble.

But I must have had some good sense
and maybe a budding intellect.

I said to him, “What if natives on an island,
never saw a missionary or heard of Christ,
do they go to hell out of ignorance?”

Though I’m a Believer of sorts, minus
the dogma and a disbelief in hell,
and a contemplative rather than a
follower of rules I don’t agree with.

And I still don’t believe a loving God would
ever eternally damn anyone.
And I don’t believe the Lord of the Universe
is so limited that there’s only one way,
as many claim there is without even
a scintilla of concrete proof.

I believe as the Sufis believe: “There are
as many paths to God as humans have souls.”
That seems logical to me.

Bob Boyd

She was a veterinarian beloved by her clients,
taking care of their pets and animals needs,
a good citizen never involved in anything shady

She meets an unscrupulous, egotistical doctor,
a shyster who thinks he’s a Don Juan incarnate.
At first she sees through his obvious game
and blatant character defects … but,
for reasons oblivious to me,
she ignores her initial assessment
and falls in love with him.

Her involvement with him becomes the worst
mistake of her seemingly unblemished life.

He has an ex-girlfriend who’s taking him to court
for stalking and harassing her repeatedly.
She has an ex-husband who is taking her to court
for custody of their two children.

Somewhere in the mix of these two impending
court cases, Doctor Evil talks the veterinarian into
hiring a hitman to solve these two problems.

Get this. She freakin’ agrees to it.
Can you imagine?
What the hell was she thinking?
How could that evil SOB talk her into becoming
hellishly evil when she had always been
a good and caring citizen taking care of
and healing pets and animals?

They meet with the hitman, who as often is
the case, is an undercover cop.
They get arrested and get bailed.

Probably ashamed and wondering how
did she let herself get dragged down by that
evil SOB, she takes an elevator to the
top of a tall building and jumps off to her death.

I think to myself, if only she had stayed on
course with her initial assessment when the
red flags were flying all around her.
But sometimes love is stronger than
reason and many are those who make dire
or, at the least, foolish mistakes because of it.
This I know from experience.

Bob Boyd

I’ve seen it many times in true crime shows,
a man and a woman in love who plot to murder
the woman’s husband and go through with it,
and their bond is so unbreakable that they
are willing to kill and risk their freedom for it
until they get caught and the heat is on,
and they testify against each other with the
hope of getting lighter sentences.

Or, if miraculously lucky, one of them
succeeding at faking being an innocent
victim in the murder instead of a
co-conspirator and turning his or
her back on their homicidal act of
twisted and evil love with the
hope of avoiding a life sentence.

Usually these homicides are engineered
by the wife, who tells her paramour that
her husband his been physically abusive
to her or sexually abused their kids.
The duped male dumbed down by love
falls for the ploy and kills an innocent man
and gets jilted in court and goes to jail
for a murder and a counterfeit love.

I don’t know about you, but if I were with
a woman who suggested I kill her husband
for her despite whatever bait she dangled
in front of me, I’d bid that wicked woman
goodbye and be forever off the hook.

And were I a guy foolish enough to consider it,
I’d be thinking if she could have him killed,
I could be next, and I’d make damn sure
I didn’t have an insurance policy with
her as a beneficiary that would make me
worth far more ($$$$$$) dead than alive.

Bob Boyd

My friend Ben who I grew up
with in a city just outside Boston
had twenty pet mice
that he loved like some people
love their cats and dogs.

He jokingly call himself
Lord of the Mice
and I guess he kinda
was the Lord of his pet mice.

When he learned mice were
being experimented on in
a nearby lab
he seriously became
outraged.

He complained about the lab
all the time and called it the
Mouse Horror House.

He said it had pissed him
off so much he was
going to do something
about it.

I thought he was just
speaking out of anger
and wouldn’t do
anything about the
lab.

I mean what could he
really do?

But one night he
left his mice at
my door with a note
about finding them
a good home

before he broke into the lab
and freed all the mice
in the lab and blew it up.

He vanished after that
not wanting to go to jail,
and the cops never found
him and I never heard
from him or anything
about him

until I read in the news
about a lab being
blown up in Arkansas
and all the mice in it
set free.

I supposed in his mind
the Lord of the Mice
was still doing
the Lord’s work.

Bob Boyd