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M Clement Sep 2013
I sat and visited for a long hour today.
I sat and talked for a while.
I was all alone save for you,
My dearest of dear friends.

I haven’t seen another soul,
Save for you,
In, well, I can’t recall how long.

And I can’t say I’m too saddened.

There’s blood stains on the walls
Simply because you asked for it.
Though they've longed turned brown.

You've been walking through the halls,
Now.
I do hope you're happy.

Business formal
With Ticks in the collar

The people that came here,
I still hear the hollers.

The house is empty,
Save for you.
The house is empty.
The house is empty.
Save for you.

You're my inheritance,
From my long dead father,
My dearest of dear friends.
The deer head and the
body of a businessman.
I'm thinking there'll be one more. What say you?
M Clement Sep 2013
Sufferin' Suckatash
Mr. Peter smoked a bag of hash
And browns
Her eggs within screamed for joy
As no one, said no one
And he played with a bag of toys

Boytoys
Noteing
Nothing
For Nothing's sake

A snake's in my boot
My friend, please shoot
Aim for my innards
and have me for dinner
Let's break down
The newest tech
As we sleep on the brand new deck
And make love
Until the sun and moon collide

I'm sorry
For I know not what I do
Or do I?
And if I did,
would that make it any better?
M Clement Sep 2013
There's an eye in my mouth
All-seeing speech

There's a noise in my throat
A voiceless breach

There's galaxies in my fingertips
And something outside the window

I used to kick the sickest spit
Now I just sit and stare, though.
M Clement Sep 2013
I think I tried,
I tried to try
And in the end
One could question
The significance.
M Clement Sep 2013
No class on Friday
Time to get bombed
No time on my day
Time to get rhombed

Square Slightly Angled

Thoughts slightly mangled
Longer lines rigged to the gallows
Hang with rope to break into
the afterlife
and rob it for all it's worth.
M Clement Sep 2013
Welcome, welcome
Father and son
To alcoholics anonymous
And God bless us,
Everyone

There's little sincerity here
And I can't help but wonder
If that's what should be intended

Lost in a flurry of emotion
And misdirection
Turn feelings into anger
Set on high for 3 min.
Let stir

No one said this would be easy
And no one said this would be easy
And no one said this would be easy

And broken records repeat
Like a stutter
Mind open
No shutter

Attach words to feelings
Spread them on my brain
Butter

God help me to Love
For I know not what I do
And I do what I know too well

And in doing I forget
That there's meaning behind
Doing
And Spirit behind good
And evil behind bad

And maliciousness in thoughts
Sometimes
Care to weigh in?
M Clement Sep 2013
Gunshot
Bloodbot
Food-bourne illness
setting rot
Taking time to *******
and thinking of the give and take
and give and take
to *******
Masticate on words of rhyme
and with beer and lime
take the appropriate amount
of lemon juice
and squeeze directly into the
all-seeing eye.

With no fear of reconciliation
and no idea for recollection
and no money for the collection plate
I'm left at odds with the fact
that I used *******
three times in this
jambalaya of words.

Gadzooks
Stream of consciousness? I just wrote, so... enjoy?
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