clec - Hello Poetry

clec Jun 2020

Take a look,
Do you know?

Bug off,
Keep moving behind the glass.

Scattered voices say:
"What's gonna happen,
What's gonna happen,
What's gonna happen,
What's gonna happen."

Written from cut up phrases

clec Nov 2019

Absurdicon

We brought a chained anchor with us,
Heavy as the future goodbyes,
We ran all day yesterday,
Preyed upon
the smell
of prey.

We took a knife to the heart,
Never stopped tapping your back,
Only for it to be mauled
By
Carefully
Crafted arts.

Sad is the journey that lasts,
And yes, luckily yours lasts,
Don't ask me for a recap
At your
Very last
Pit stop.

And as you're laying down,
You stop and ask yourself why?
What was this thing all about?
Please just don't
Ask me.
Goodbye.

clec Nov 2019

It's probably me

Hello
(For the thousandth time)
Yes and no
(Like always)
What happened
What was it
What was what
(Sigh)
Where?
Meet you there.
Bye
(For the thousandth time).

clec Nov 2019

Beware of the elephant

You're telling me
You're the glacier
And the mountain range.

Your molten core is burning,
Your walls are echoing,
And the river is crying out.

This was indeed
A big elephant all along.

Do not speak of the lice
Or the mice,
Don't wanna hear a thing
There is a world in me.

And I know you know it well.

clec Nov 2019

Attempt#1

I grip the freezing fence
As the stream carries.

I'm glad for your tales
And your songs.

I'm here now
But I'm coming with them.
I'll join them
on a long trip
to relive
and to feel.

Once again,
I was there.

There's always more to come.

clec Nov 2019

Untitled#4

Just how long
How much more
It's probably better this way
Probably.

That's the wrong way, you fool
Just how much
Damage could I cause
If I turned the wheel.

It's not only about you,
Is it?
A breeze slowly pushes you
They love you; they watch after.

A slow impulse
Burning only bright enough
To keep me warm
To keep me wanting more.

Now is the time.

clec Oct 2019

Untitled#3

Pieces
Packed and
Held close.

Carried along and
****** in with every chance.

The streets
Tired they picked up
With the wind.

But they listen
And they take notes.

I'm sorry
I can't talk back.

The only way for me would be to-