Day: August 22, 2026

He’s in his late seventies and still wears his freak flag,
long hippy hair, and he’s lucky he still has it.

He still listens to Hendricks, Iron Butterfly and other
great bands of the sixties and seventies.

Photos of Meher Baba, Ram Das, and other spiritual
notables of the New Age grace his apartment walls.

He disdains all the sellouts who left the movement
and went to work for the Man,

like his ex hippy girlfriend violet did when she left
him in a commune in 77,

like the leader and the members of the commune
who gave up on the dream.

But he still has great memories of the Age of Aquarius
and how lucky he was to have been a part of it.

And that gets him by, and he hopes when he dies
the afterlife will be a rebirth of those glorious days.

Bob Boyd

the annoying people
the jerks you knew
the bad experiences
in your life
the wrong people
you were involved with
the mistakes you made
that you wish you hadn’t
the medical problems
you may have had
or could have had
if you lived much longer
the different paths in life
you may have wished
you had taken
the end of pain
the end of sorrow
the end of suffering
and maybe the
beginning of
unconditional love.

Bob Boyd

I’m re-reading Bukowski. I like
how he doesn’t fill his poems
with too many flowery words,
and he usually writes with
what was once called plain
English that is so pleasing to
read, though I can appreciate
that often the flowery words
skillfully applied are high art.
Getting back to Bukowski, I
can see how some people
could see his poems as crude.
And his lifestyle wouldn’t have
worked for me, but damn! he
was one hell of a poet.

Bob Boyd

When he died, she was beatific,
his beautiful gold digger girlfriend,
and she was dreaming about
all the money she’d get in his will.
Hovering above his body, he read
those thoughts in her head. And he
knew he wasn’t entirely dead, and
when he came back to life and was
discharged from the hospital, he
left her and cut her out of his will.

Bob Boyd