Day: August 15, 2026

When you made the fatal mistake
to what love we had left

by telling me to use my fucking head

you didn’t know that aside from pissing me off
and getting a strong rebuke from me

your disrespectful words sounded the death knell
for our marriage already in peril

due to you letting your body go into
obscene obesity

and once you remarked that you would get in
shape for a new man if our marriage ended

probably as a warning that you could find
another

but you didn’t know that in my heart and mind
the marriage was over

and soon I’d find another and leave you for that
unforgivable use your fucking head affront.

Bob Boyd

He had weird psycho eyes that were
unblinking and disturbingly bright.

Yet a lot of fools followed him, believing
his insane claims they were all aliens

and needed to relocate to their real
home on some other faraway planet.

They drank the poison they called elixir
that they thought would take them there,

but instead of journeying to that world,
they landed in the world of the dead.

Bob Boyd

I have made a teddy bear world, and for me it’s like
a brief return to the innocence of childhood

that feels so pure and nice, and I wonder if that is
the same feeling I’ll feel in the afterlife.

Bob Boyd

I often wonder what we do in the afterlife.
Where do we live? Do we sleep, and do we
run into people we didn’t like or wouldn’t
want to meet in the afterlife?

My all consuming hope is that we don’t
see people we didn’t want to see in the
mysterious afterlife.

And I don’t believe that people who were
annoying, jerks, or just plain mean
become automatically nice in the afterlife.

But Mike McHugh, Joe Drew, already there,
I hope I see you. And at least one of the
women that I should have been with
but didn’t know she was interested in me
until it was too late.

And I think maybe spirits sleep on beds
and pillows made of the softest cumulus
clouds ever.

And maybe between sending blessings
to all those in the world, you bliss out
the rest of the times in surreal fields of
wonderment, peace and ineffable joy.

Bob Boyd

You and I were so long ago you’re barely a memory,
and though I lost respect for you decades ago

when you cheated on me with that college guy even
though you said you were going to marry me,

sometimes I wonder how your life went and it you’re still
alive in this world.

But then I regain my senses, and I see that we were
so long ago that how your life went does not matter to me.

Yet once in a great while, maybe decades a while, I do
wonder how your life went.

But I suspect if I were to know, I’d find out that I really
didn’t want to know after all.

Bob Boyd