The Skeleton in His Closet

You know that expression,
skeleton in his closet?
Pierre had one of those.
Actually he had a dozen
skeletons in his closet.
They were in his old
house, the one he lived
in before he died, bony
remnants of dark deeds.
Now Pierre is one of them
buried in a cemetery in
Syracuse, New York, and
locals say they see his
ghost chased by a dozen
other ghosts when the
darkness reveals all sorts
of eerie phantasmical sights.

Bob Boyd

When Walter Was No Longer Walter

A friend named Walter claimed
he had been abducted by aliens,
probes, extractions, claims they
had created him.
I didn’t buy that aliens had created
Walter, but something about him
was totally off.
It was as if they had recreated him.
His voice, expressions, and body
movements were different.
He reminded me of a replicant
from the movie Blade Runner, a
human turned unhuman.
A day later, Walter vanished and
was never seen again.
I wondered if the aliens had taken
him again, maybe part of an
experiment they wanted to examine
on their planet.
Or maybe Walter had just gone mad,
and chose to disappear himself.
Whatever the case, Walter was no
longer the Walter I had known.

Bob Boyd

Goatman

Just heard of a cryptid named goatman
in the woods of Maryland,
seems to be no end to these unusual
creatures.
Head of a goat, body of a man who
came up with this, perhaps it was a
satyr come to life?
Some think it was a scientific experiment
gone wrong, some think it might have
been a vengeful goat farmer.
I don’t get the vengeful goat farmer.
Do they think he somehow morphed
into a hybrid goat?
Imagine if all these cryptids were real.
Alien teenagers having laughs sending
interdimensional creations into our
dimension just to mess with us.

Bob Boyd