M Clement

M Clement Mar 2013

I don't feel like weaving you a story in words
I don't feel like writing
I don't want to give you poetry to chew on
I don't want to feed you
I don't know what I'm doing now
I don't know what I'm saying
All I know is I'm not writing now
All I know is I'm not staying.

I don't know when the urge to write will strike me again, but it certainly hasn't recently. This was more of an explanation.

M Clement Mar 2013

Poet's Society of the Dead

Neil's dead
He's been that way for a while

"I was good; I was really good"
Oppression

Focused on the scales of what makes poems great
Acting the entirety of life
Trying to be ok
Trying to let it roll off your back
You'll be a doctor
You'll be a doctor
You'll be a doctor

Was that hammered home?
That hammer home
The hammer at the back end of the revolver
Pushing forth metal
To flesh

He ended his life
Tears can't bring him back
No help from a doctor

Watched Dead Poet's Society... forgot about that harsh section of the film.

M Clement Mar 2013

I'm Not Playing Jesus Anymore

I sit in the abyss,
       Screaming.
            There’s an echo.
       Am I alone?
Maybe

M Clement Mar 2013

Two Lines for Two Fines

The prison of my prison
is my mind

I often forget things can be said with so little.

M Clement Mar 2013

Captain Mel

I do the best with what I have
But I wonder if that’s enough
A call to sin greater than I can handle
I punish myself with misery

My own self-loathing,
The devil and I discuss
God desires so badly to speak to me
But I’m in the middle of a conversation!

Like a parent to a child
I talk down to God
Like the mouths of babes
Are not worth listening to

I know better
I do
I swear
I made four lines starting with “I” right there

I said St. Francis’s prayer without any help
My brain is better than I thought
God grant me grace and serenity
Fly me away from the Reavers

A pseudo attempt to bring talent into my own religious sphere. I feel like I should write more like this. I'm not really sure.

M Clement Mar 2013

Stabilization

The Kuwait Warriors are in my Jeans
My new favorite cartoon
Saturday mornings, sugar cereal, spoons
I use force to deal with the mentally ill

Prison gauge my earrings, brah
Psychiatric hospitals for playtime with myself

I can ******* to hippopotamus
Look to me like I’m amazing
I’ll be a living god

Not really, more flu shots
Put them in my eye
Sky for my eye and flanksteak for my heart
Give me all the Bacon and Eggs you have

I call my mustache the crop duster
Cuz I’m always cleaning bush with it
Blow a load
Of cash
On my body shots

M Clement Mar 2013

Thor Has **** Teeth

Another, another! My fine-feathered brother
Tie me to the post and set me alight
I read the many poems you wrote
Please gag me with a spoon

I expect around 6 inches. Hoagie rolls of Garlic and cheese
Subway to the nearest, newest country
Let’s build nuclear weapons
Burn this mother down

I tore my shirt open when I looked at your mouth
The **** that I saw was more than I could handle
Let’s get crazy, baby
Let’s play schizophrenia

Foreplay, moreplay, doorplay, whoreplay
Rhyming is the second cutest thing you can do
With your mouth
Start yelling, I will, I will!
Champagne drownings

It's weird; I recognize these don't make sense, but there's a piece of them I feel. I do hope you enjoy it.