C.L.LLOYD

the poetry.

cigars

  • 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