Category Archives: Spoken Word

024 – Imaginary Rabbits

They lay carelessly
Bathing in the midday sun
One
Ignoring the unnecessary gifts of comfort
You worked so hard for
The other
Twitching in their sleep
More than likely
Chasing imaginary rabbits
But you can’t help but smile
Nothing quite beats the feel of their fur at your fingertips
And the knowledge
That they will never allow you to feel alone

Robert Lloyd
5 September 2017

023 – Elevator Eyes

She is like clockwork everyday
With those perfect baby blue elevator eyes
I guess that means
So am I

Her pencil skirts
Soft flowered perfume
And hello smiles
Are the only reason I even enjoy work

She exits on the sixth
Always staring back at me
I swear there is hunger behind that look

Then when the 7th dings me back to reality
I take the stairs back to where I belong

Four flights is not that bad of a downward climb
It’s good for my heart
And she is worth it

I don’t mind my guilty secret one bit
Until today
When I passed her in the stairwell
As she was walking up

Robert Lloyd
4 September 2017

022 – Frostbite Daydreams

Winter’s kiss stretches as far as the eye can see
As the morning sun slowly creeps along the sugar white snow

I stand with the warm heat of the furnace at my back
Daring myself to layer in deep thread and adventure out

The world is quiet
Mine for the taking
I can already hear the crunch of untouched snow underfoot
And I smile
Considering it will be me breaking nature’s silence

I can also see the warm soup waiting for my return
As my cold icicle fingers tremble
Trying to grab the cup

There is so much adventure ahead
On this new cold season day
But first
I need to brush my teeth
And maybe consider changing out of my slippers and PJs

Robert Lloyd
3 September 2017

021 – The Morning After Looking Glass

Eyes Red
So bright on white
And we talk
You and I

I am never doing that again
Mutters from my lips as I run my hand over my head
And you stare back at me not saying anything
Knowing better
You were always the wiser one

I am left the burden of convincing you
No really I swear
I’m done
I whisper
Nothing good ever comes from bourbon

We stare again one another in silence
Eventually smiling
and then at the same instant we laugh out loud
A laughter that is cut off by a knock

Are you ok in there
Comes a soft concerned voice
Neither of us know her name
And we look at each other guiltily

Before I turn off the light
I mumble again
One last time
I will see you later
I say as I exit the bathroom

Now assuming the role of a gentleman
Even though it is the morning after
I greet her with a smile
And chuckle just a bit
When she asked who I was talking to

Robert Lloyd
2 September 2017

020 – Lonely Lightening Welk

Through the childhood fog of time
I can see the beaches
Littered with best natural mobile homes
Shells of all shapes and sizes
Were snatched from the white sands
And deposited into overflowing yellow pales
While shrieks of glee pierced the air
Now
Barefoot and aged
I am lucky if I find one in tact
And those children’s yells
Near me at the beach
They no longer sound like harps and angels
Did I get old and the world change
Did we take too many when we were young
Or was my imagination just fresh and untarnished

Robert Lloyd
1 September 2017

018 – Up

Barefoot footsteps patter across the floor above me

I can smell her perfume in the air
Mixed with the candles she has lit
She has left a trail of cloth and taunt for me to follow
And I do so willingly

I have been here before
Climbing these stairs
Hungry for what comes next
I knew what lust would offer me
Yet my heart beat as if it were all undiscovered

I could hear her whispers
I want you
I could taste the sweat upon her nakedness
Salty and sweet upon my tongue

Her moans would echo across the room
Once more
As I press myself against her velvet touch

When she bites me
Giving in to her beast
I will smile
Trying not falter too soon
Allowing her to claim what she so badly wants

And finally, when I do stumble back down these steps
I will have her love letters
Written on my skin
In the form of bite marks
And lengthy scratches across my aching flesh

Robert Lloyd
30 August 2017

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017 – Little Beirut

Concrete and steel
Call to me every night
When I sleep

My dreams
Ask for my feet to once again travel along the asphalt
With moonlight as my companion

The flickering lights of bridge city
Kiss the Willamette
Teasing me with yesterday’s smiles

I now only visit with my eyes closed
Or via online ghosts
She was short lived and amazing

I have heard a city can steal your heart
I just never believed it

She is the lover I can never have all to myself
She kissed me
And then let me go
To forever hunger for what was
And the sad reality is
When I do one day return
She will never live up to my pedestalled memories of her

Robert Lloyd
29 August 2017

 

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016 – Lost at Sea

The correct paths
We assume we must travel upon
Only exist in the shadows
Cast by yesterday

We all pretend we knew
As we look back at our footsteps
Only to be pained
By our mangled dreams and polluted thoughts

We are boats
Drifting apart
Fading into the swallow of the sea
With our snapped anchors
Wondering
Where it all went wrong

Robert Lloyd
28 August 2017

015 – Pluck

I feel my lips pressed
Against the pink
And I smile

Soft and silk
With no words spoken
I was begged to touch
To inhale deeply
Such a sweet and taunting aroma
How could one resist

I have waited for this day
On constant watch for my moment
My words were just a part of the plan
I had already seen my fingers trailing a feathery touch
I had already heard the mutters of jealousy
And the coos of delight

This beauty was mine
I would take her when the time was ready
Patience has brought me to this moment
And now I dare

Robert Rivera
27 August 2017