a flat tire today 5/7/2025

talk about a
day sucking
my car got
a flat tire today
but I’ve got AAA
with single call
help was
right on the way

the tire was shot
need a new one
but the AAA guy
pumped enough
air into the
flat tire
so i could drive
my car to the
repair shop
minutes away

tomorrow a
new tire and
an oil change

got a ride home
from the repair
people

but the best
news was
the AAA guy
and the repair
station employee
that drove me
home
both said
i don’t look
anywhere near
80 years of age

maybe that’s
because i don’t
feel 80

chronologically
i feel 60 and
i’ve always
looked young
for my age

bob boyd

the terrifying san pedro haunting

the san pedro haunting
also known as the jackie hernandez case
began when jackie felt a presence
that eventually began to reveal itself
it escalated in strange and varied ways
a cup gliding off a table
a frightening male apparition staring at her son
that looked at her menacingly and vanished
a floating head in the attic
strange whispers up there too
friends and neighbors also experienced these
scary paranormal manifestations

when priests were not effective
and didn’t believe her story
jackie sought more help and called in
professional paranormal investigators
and a parapsychologist named barry taff
who had experience with 3,000 cases
and a photography expert to debunk any fake photos
when they entered the house skeptical of
the things jackie told them about the haunting
the entire team felt an unsettling feeling
and a pressure in their ears
and smelled foul, rotting scents in the house

the photographer went up in the attic
felt a frightening feeling of being watched
before his camera was snatched out of his hand
and broken in two pieces
he screamed and scrambled down from the attic
and knew beyond doubt the house was haunted
by an unseen evil force that could reach
from the dead into this world and cause harm

other strange and frightening things
happened to the entire team in that house
a menacing dark giant shadow that moved about
a strange liquid leaking into the house
that was actually blood plasma from a human male

eventually jackie moved many miles away from the house
to escape the frightening, dark harassments
but the spirit followed to her new home and
began haunting it and resumed frightening her
until it eventually vanished never to return

though many of these alleged haunting stories
are well crafted clever fakes
this one was well documented and
might have been bona fide

bob boyd

discarnate entities

some people claim they have experienced them
some say their houses were haunted by them
some catholic priests allege they have exorcized them
some tv shows and documentaries seem believable about them
as for me, i’ve never seen any of them in real life
perhaps because i never put any stock in them
or tried to summon them with ouija boards or seances
though i have seen two deceased people in dreams
one a native american medicine man, the other an old friend
perhaps summoned by the empathy i had for them

bob boyd

of lone wolves and werewolves

maybe because i’m a lone wolf
is the reason i like real wolves
and fictional werewolves
maybe we’re like common kin
in some magical mystical way
if reincarnation is factual
maybe I ran with a wolf pack
in one of my transmigrational times
or since I have an empathy for
native americans and have been
to powwows many times
maybe in a former life I was
a native american and the wolf
was my family’s totem
concerning former lives and wolves
one thing i am certain of
i was never a werewolf

bob boyd

when the light lit him up

he was an ultimate party guy
he could drink anybody under the table
get up you pussy he’d jokingly say when others passed out
a friend said he thought the party guy would end up on skid row
an addicted going nowhere drunk who would die there
because he drank so often and too damn much
but everything changed when night turned to day
and the Light lit him up and he never drank or partied again
because the Light left him with spiritual energy streaming up in him that was never going down
that made even taking a drink like pouring dirty swamp water into pristine spring water
and the Light irrevocably changed his life forever

bob boyd

monks

sometimes i envied monks
their lives of detachment
how they don’t seem to
have the longings that
anchor most to the world
how they seem impervious
to the need for romantic
love and the attachments
to the things of this life
trading those for peace
and advanced spirituality

sometimes i thought of
becoming a monk without
but i just couldn’t live
without a woman and
deny myself the joys of
romantic love and living
free of the restraints
and the sacrifices
and the renunciations
of a monk living in an
isolated womanless world

bob boyd

i remembered you today

though my memory of you is hazy
i think i was maybe ten
when i knew you
i was too young for romantic love
when i knew you
but i do remember vaguely
when i used to walk you home
and how it felt so good talking to you
and that you were a pretty girl
even though i can’t remember
what we talked about
i just remember how nice you were
and how nice it felt being with you
i have no memories of you
after those walks
when we both were about ten
and maybe almost had
a crush on each other
that we were to young
to do anything about
i just remembered you today
for the first time in decades
and i am wondering
whatever happened to you
and hoping you are still
alive and healthy and
are having a great life
or if you are no
longer living
i hope you had
a wonderful life

bob boyd

days and lives grow shorter

days and lives grow shorter
death comes nearer
memories and achievements
grow dimmer
as if they never happened
past loves
the good ones
the not so good ones
mostly forgotten
as if they never happened
things that used to matter
don’t matter so much anymore
as the end draws nearer
and everything grows dimmer
and your life has melted away
and you wonder where it all went
before you close your eyes
and you are more alone
than ever when you realize
you are about to die

bob boyd

Cobra Gypsies

Unfettered gypsy spirits fearlessly catch cobras and poisonous lizards in India.
Tame cobras, display them in gypsy shows magically controlling the cobras
Gypsy women dancing beautifully, the soft sounds of their whirling feet, mesmerizing mantras.
The air perfumed with sweet sandalwood scents, the ambience extraordinary.
Self-designed radiant clothes, outward displays of joyful liberated lives.
Funerals celebrated with music and dance, death a natural freeing event.
Lives unbound by 9 to 5 grinds; no company owns their souls.
No pressure to be better than others or get degrees from the right colleges and tread
waning career paths desperately trying to get to the top of the heap.
No keeping up with neighbors’ expensive perishables; everything eventually perishes,
no matter the glitter.
Pure living, spontaneous, free, now, forever – Cobra Gypsies.

Bob Boyd

Rabbits

Rabbits scurrying outside my apartment
Far from forests, far from better cover
How they survive and thrive
In the burbs is a mystery to me
Yet here they live abundantly
Though always on edge
They run and hide when they see me
How I wish they weren’t afraid of me
And knew I’d never harm them
How I wish we could be friends
It would be so serendipitous
If one day they ran to me
When they saw me outside
Happy to see me and
Maybe wanting to be petted by me

Bob Boyd

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