C.L.LLOYD

the poetry.

autobiographical poetry

  • I, THE GREAT BEAST & HE, BABALON

    See me, high on kingship, Crowned by the sun, sword high, Magick running through the rivers Of my arms, sigils bursting from the Rims, strung out and spellbound on gin.  And you, in surrender, your adams Apple shining on soft smooth skin, As the silver of your chain reachesThe canyon’s collarbone end.  Here, I claim myself, The Beast.Full of electric fire, Read more

  • Saloon Sinners

    These days, these long summer days, that swoon to offer memories in fistfuls.  Each moment, a bright and blissful jewel of ecstasy, etched effortlessly, into the time-keepers kaleidoscope stone.  Luscious and lustful, the sun gives a heady smile, grinning at the first sight of June.Tripping blonde rays over green pools of fresh cut grass – and us, laughing, while small birds gift their morning secrets. It is here, Read more

  • Church Cleaner

    I quit on a Thursday.Left my key on the old woman’s desk.She used to email me saying, “There’s a stone on the RUG.”And test me, leaving dimes in strange places.  It wasn’t her fault.Everyone grasps at power.Hers came out in small ways.Like emails and dimes.  After two weeks, I went back.“We’re glad to see you!” 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