Momentary Treasures

There will always be a seat for you here
There will always be an ear
Followed by an empty glass
And the presentation of a full one

There will always be a way to forget
For a moment
The moment

Here
You may pleasantly backstroke
In the midst of a glistening sea
Seeing only the moon above
Full and smiling

Blissfully unaware
That the blood stained mouths
Of hungry sharks
Circle below

Here
You may find a great many things
Momentary treasures
Never hidden away
To be searched for
But spilling over the sides
Of an unlocked chest
Just waiting to be had

Love
Acceptance
Friendship
Happiness

Beautiful reproductions
Of what is precious
And requires mining
At the tireless, calloused hands
Of black faced men

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What you will not find here
Is yourself
Or whatever it is
You were looking for
To begin with

You will wake up
From this joyous occasion
In your same bed
In your same clothes
In your same head
Surrounded by
Gumball machine treasures
Whose presence cost you more quarters
Than they were worth 



My life has been greatly affected by alcohol. Add the -ism, don't add the -ism, honestly it makes no difference when it is causing those who you love and who love you to suffer. Sorry to be Debbie Downer today, but I needed to work this out with words and as always, I can only hope my words mean something to someone else.