C.L.Lloyd

the poetry.

new poetry

  • 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

  • BIRD BABY WITHOUT A MOTHER

    I am a learning-thing.  Unpetaling flowers in late spring. Breaking my beak open for a love that isn’t coming.  Drunk on the greedy need. Cawing nightlong into the blue-black hollow of absence. Sipping on the scarlet azaleas. Pulling twine from the floorboards of fusty rooms left to dust.  Moon-faced on wishing. Your magpie-eyes only gaze wantingly at bursts of… Read more

  • WHERE THE GRIEF SINKS HEAVY.

    Meet me in the courtyard, as the clocks steel hand strikes the midnight hour, when the nights deep blue kisses the leaves of trees – and dew clings, like a creeping thing.  Find me in that familiar place, where shadows dance across landscapes, leaving tawny spots atop the hills, swaying between silver-tipped daffodils.  You know, the secret place – where the grief… 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

  • 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