M Clement

M Clement Aug 2013

El Rey

We once spoke of a King
who never gave up reign
                                         He still hasn't
                                         Though we oft make believe He
                                         Exists not
He doth still reign
Now and forever, shall He

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M Clement Aug 2013

Out-of-body amusement park

I am elsewhere
Corporeal presence notwithstanding
My eyes drifting across walls
of the surrounding apartment complex
Only for such drifting gazes
to be marred by leaves, branches, and trunks

But as physicality ties me down to terra
My spirit and thoughts attempt to transcend
Physical
Only to be tied back down by the God-made anchor
Pushing zealously
Feverishly
I am "man"

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M Clement Aug 2013

It's too late for kittens to be playing on my brainstem

There was little that dribbled from my pen
On the night where I desired it most

And your ghost haunted my fingertips
And the words I said haunted my lips

And there was nothing left but silence
And emotions that no one felt

And there was nothing left to say
Because the air swept it away

M Clement Aug 2013

I like to start poems with 'and'; it gives a sense of immediate action.

And that's when I heard the heart break.
Tell me, do you hear it?
There was fragility in its entirety
and now the entirety is on the floor

Silence
Breaks nothing
But intense dialogues
Between quarreling lovers
Between family members
Between friends

There's a caveat,
A cut in, if you will,
But I dare not speak of it here
No, I dare not speak of it here

M Clement Aug 2013

The progression of things

Let's drink
Libations

Whiskey and Gin
Expectations

And everything that flows forth
When the drinks spill, pour

She looked
This way

I tried, my best,
to play

The game

Let's flirt
Play in the dirt
We can be nature
Let's be mature
And do what mommy and daddy do on vacation

M Clement Aug 2013

Falsities, or missteps in seriousity.

There was ne'er a time
where my pen weighed heavier than now

But who am I kidding?
I'm typing all of this, anyhow.

M Clement Aug 2013

I'll probably never see you again.

I think you should be you
And I should be I
And we could let
Sleeping dogs lie
And we could let
Days go by
And we could let
Us to not meet eye-to-eye
And we could let
The time be nigh
To forget about each other
And both cut dry