Pipe Creek

"Pipe Creek"

Her faded used to be drawl lingers ever so slightly

It hides behind her soft laughs and simple whispers

She shares her world with me

One perfectly placed word at a time

She captures me with that "damn you" sexy voice

And she knows it

She is a drug

New and addictive

Every little taste she gives me only leaves me wanting more

I can see her smile as if she were over my shoulders

Reading my ink confession

I can feel her breath on my neck as she laughs soft and wicked

I curse my imagination for only being only that

It begs me to turn around and press myself into her kiss

But I know it’s just me here with a pen

With only an empty room behind me

Only for now that is

And she laughs again

Knowing tomorrow’s possibilities have yet to arrive

Robert Lloyd

12 April 2016

Spare Time

"Spare Time"

I wish I could recycle my littered minutes
Not the ones wasted on day dreaming
Those are well spent
I want the ones that slip by unnoticed

Can you see the corporation
Hired men like highway cleanup crews

Follow behind
During the day
Unnoticed
As a minute slips by truly wasted
They stab it with their sticks
As if it were a piece of trash
Blowing down the road

Eventually
You are presented with a monthly fee
A percentage price
For a substantial block of time
Of life gone by

You empty your wallet
In exchange for a box of
Recycled minutes

Imagine life
Imagine what you could do with these minutes

Do I extend a great evening
on the town
Or give to doctors
Who could have used just a second more

Do I share
Giving a soldier that extra chance
Does some of it go into the offering plate
Can I last longer in the sack
The possibilities would be endless

I wish I could recycle my littered minutes
Not the ones just wasted
On this day dream
Those are well spent
I want the ones that slip by unnoticed


Robert Lloyd