C.L.LLOYD

the poetry.

godlouski poet

  • 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

  • How Much Rage It Takes To Be This Soft

    Do you crave my wisdom like the salt sea air? Full of ancient riddles, knowing forgotten lands, thick with symbols of the first night on earth. Before the dawn broke and the battles waged, before the relief of light. When you thought fear only lingered in the dark. Before your heart jumped at the shadows 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

  • Anemone Coronaria (a poem for gaza)

    Gaza’s dark earth drinks  the blood of it’s own as dog-toothed bombs  bark across an amber sky.  Mother’s bring their rage  to burst through the rubble –  pulling pieces from doom-colored dust,  blossoming green hints of hope against burning bricks of destruction.  Each mouth a sepal.  Each eye a petal.  Each limb a stem.  Every 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

  • No God Wants This

    What is there to say? Chaos is nature’s true name. Man has forgotten the sun and  Taken for granted the golden rays.  People murder each other in the name of gods.  Clinging to their rosary beads and books of myth.  Afraid to whisper the truth, no god wants this. Read more

  • LORDS OF THE LIGHT

    Awaken Fool from the fallen cliff, From the curse of life and death, For there is something deep within, That catches your mighty breath. Go forward as the Hermit does, Not fearing the shadow realm, Sneering at all there is and was, Growing strong with Light at the helm!  The body is but your secret house,The mind, a web of netted Read more

  • 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