C.L.LLOYD

the poetry.

new poetry

  • 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