John Stanton (1971-1992)

I was a cheerful guy
I excelled at sports
I enjoyed my beer
I lived a good life
I had my faults
I tried to be good
I made one mistake
Got too drunk once
Went a little crazy
Busted up a store
After midnight
Got caught on
A security Camera
Fled the law
Drove to Akansas
Drunk on my ass
Picked up a hot
Female hitchhiker
Said she was
Really a ghost
Laughed hard
Played her game
Let her off at
Woodlawn cemetery
Followed her in
Hoping for some
Spooky love
Touched that
Real woman
She pushed me
Away and I fell
On a Tombstone
On my head
Passed out and
Dreamed of
Ghosts woke up
Above my body
Which was laying
On a slab in a
University lab
Being dissected
And I was a ghost
And the doctor
Dissecting me
Was the hot
Female hitchhiker
I’d given the ride to

Bob Boyd

Author: BobBoyd

Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-) View all posts by BobBoyd