C.L.LLOYD

the poetry.

  • Fashion and furniture.

    I decorate my apartment with words Fashioned like antique furniture. Hanging verbs in frames, catching Light on golden chandeliers. I wear language like a tulle skirt, Twirling tussled words into fabric, Weaving colorful realities round My fingers like jeweled rings. I am a walking poem, A raving manifesto, A kaleidoscope scribe, Spinning words into the… Read more

  • A GOOD CIGAR.

    let the world burn. what do  I care. it was all going to  burn eventually.  let my man leave. I was  never his keeper. he is free to do as he pleases.  let the junkies break their  doors down and the doctors  keep pushing.  let the coyotes prowl on  midnight streets while the  alley cats… Read more

  • Selling Shoes.

    I had just done 30 days in the madhouse and rented a room for $500 at a halfway house. the room next to mine always smelled like piss. I tried to scrub the door down and the floor in front of the door. it didn’t do any good. one day, there was a sign in… Read more

  • EVE.

    daring devil / plucked apple / dance the way a rebel does / rebel love / rebel reaching for the sweetness / it was never infinite / the sprawling starry / the green lush / all good things die / spat back to black / known nakedness / cool moon-soil / edge of eden /… Read more

  • BECAUSE -!

    “Why!” cries the hero, looking down upon the crowd.All the restless souls standing gather round.“This!” he speaks so surely,Never rushed or in a hurry –“Is the purpose of existence!”Ever more, he is insistent,On sharing the good news of Reason,Sure to spark the flames of treason.As the people nod, agreeing,In their insufferable lust for meaning,Lifting up… Read more