Gypsy Punk

"Gypsy Punk"

Eyes blazed blue

Bathed in oddities

Pierced this or that

A beauty

Hidden or blatant

Frail in a Stooges T-shirt

From her ripped jeans

Peach skin peaks out teasing the normal

Ending harsh with black combat boots

London’s calling

Tempting or telling

Mocking the intolerant

Scorned by the bias of white America

She smiles just a pretty as the Christian bred

Contented with shaved hair or unnatural colors

She is sex embattled and emboldened

A sex pistol

Studded anything earns her looks

Hate, envy, desire

It’s all there

When she walks

One place to the next

She is a banshee

She is choice

She is she

She is life

Robert Lloyd

24 October 2011

Heroine Whore

"Heroine Whore"


She flew in like an angel

Bunching my calloused skin

My sweat subsided when she struck gold

Silver threaded rust pricking the perfect highway

Cold and reason vanished

I simply rose

Warm

Vibrant

Born again for the moment

She seduced me with her needle

Lies and poison flowed sweetly through my head

And the fear of losing her made me grovel

Follow

Worship

I wanted her to want me forever

That was the perfect addiction

At least until the money ran out

Robert Lloyd

Drift

"Drift"


we are tourists in a strange world

our hearts beat and fade out alone

when we are claimed by the unknown darkness

but till then we share our moments

each of us taking mental pictures of smiles

while allowing tomorrow to whisk away yesterday’s failures

we pursuit the world beyond our grasp

filling our palms with the touch of strangers

and our lips with taste of honey and love

we drift together and apart

ignoring the cold fear of our final day

as we should

for the beauty of butterflies easily outweighs our ignorance

we are tourists in strange world

wanting for forever

not knowing what we ask for

we enjoy the surprise of knowledge

and savor the discovery of love

while always looking toward what is next

we push forward

wanting the stars

and one day we just may actually have them

Robert Lloyd

Caterpillar

Caterpillar

Fluttering snowflakes force my cocoon of sweaters and layers of baggy cloth.  My holiday gluttony hides well beneath last year’s discount rack of thread.  I ponder the pursuit of spring with all things skinny and new and realize, it is time to shed some of my comfort.  If I ever wish to be the bronzed fashion mannequin I once was I must be willing to lose my skin.  So in pursuit of my Paris runway tomorrow I must now peel away the thick canvass of warm wool and couch and trade it, for tight dry fit cotton and exercise sweat.  Spring is coming and I am ready to be the Monarch, the butterfly. I am ready to dawn the robes of this years trendy money drain.

Broken

"Broken"

splintered excerpts of life
lay scattered about the floor

they sting
they are shards of me
bloodied by my bare feet

i couldn’t tolerate the reminder
of my faults
so with my fists i struck hard
hurting myself
resolving nothing
multiplying my paranoia

seven is such a big number
now my pains and mistakes
haunt me a thousand more
ways than just the one
i could have easily turned away from

robert lloyd

Crumble

"Crumble"

Sticky lips hover teasingly over my skin

She knows the beast she stirs

And still she waits

The room is thick with her scent

And I inhale deeply

Enjoying

Lilacs and lust

I want her touch

But I will not beg

I tremble

But not because of the grey cold of morning

We are both too heated for that

My body aches

As she moves around me

Ever so careful avoiding any contact

Why won’t she end this silly game?

She needs release

I can feel her want

I need her…

Release

My eyes close

And I can see her devil smile

My eyes open

As her taunting soft laughter tickles my spine

Damn her and her need to control

My will breaks

And our bodies meet

She gasps with a victorious yes

Robert Lloyd

Thief

"Thief"

My breath

My will

My everything

You stole this from me

All of it

The past is gone

I can’t imagine a world without you

To escape is to sleep

And still you steal my dreams

Robbing me of loneliness

Each morning you take the worst of me

Replacing it with hope

And I enjoy being your victim

Robert Lloyd