003 – Bottles Are Thieves

The lies run through our veins
Flowing warm on a cold night
Carrying perfect deception
Giving to no one

The glass caged heaven
Pretends to be our savior
Liquid gold on our out outstretched tongues
When it’s no more than a groupie
A cherry lipped Band Aide Girl named Penny

And still
We welcome it into our homes
Our Temples
Our Bodies

We drink the sorrows away
Accepting time slipped moments
Until we fall sober
Awake
And dreading clarity

I heard her tonight
Calling my name
You heard him
Asking you for tomorrow
We always hear a betrayal
It is our imagination set free
To wander

The voices weren’t real
And as we crawl along the carpet
Worn 60’s shag
We realize what was stolen

The key
To the lock
That shelters our fears
And hopes

The fermented thief
Draws back the curtains
Taking from us the things we try to hide
And gives them to the world
Like an unwanted personal Robin Hood

Robert Lloyd
15 August 2017

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