"clements" poems
I think it's raining from my basement room
But basements make for faraway ears
And Rain dries up so quickly
I still think it was rain
I think a wind is blowing up above
But wind is such a meaningless thing
Invisible and always gone
I still think it was wind
I think I am up there with the wind and rain
But dreaming is done in bed
And so many winds and rains are dreams
I still think it was me
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 9:10 PM UTC
We never saw eye to eye,
you and I.
Me with my growth spurts
and eclipse of hair,
you with high-buttoned shirts,
cravat-ensnared.
We took turns to overlook each other.
Like your birthday on Valentine's:
I, aged nine,
ate with open flies.
You mocked until I begged you cease.
You told me boys don't cry,
but smile and grit their teeth.
Callous, Clements, but I've ground on since.
And ten years on, your white flag
got snagged,
when your lesson on how to heat
one's whisky in one's crotch
landed you at Matron's feet,
and I revelled as I watched.
Maybe we should have been friends.
There's a lot of you in me,
D.V.C.
but a pinch of salt for each trait.
So let's bury the hatchet where you died
and let's put it down to fate
that I wasn't by your side,
with a handful of earth.
Sep 21, 2011
Sep 21, 2011 at 6:49 AM UTC
oranges and lemons the bells of st clements
and it makes you feel so divine with a nice glass of wine
you see we are all together now
i watched it twice ****** kapow
you see buddha helps us
onto the suburban bus
taking you all around the suburbs
of this small city
you see i don’t believe in god
but i am no atheist oh no
death is more uplifting seeing we all do it
yo beautiful people goes the great wayne from the 80s
you see i think jon english will be sadly missed
and i perform my music with the great man himself
yesterday was a memory it might have been
when rock and roll ever forgets, forgives and regrets
and the parties of the 70s were the greatest i have ever seen
except for the parties that everyone was driven home
no, i hate them, because nobody enjoys themselves
jesus said something wonderful jesus said something true
it’s the truth that jesus never came
jesus’s light is more powerful than you
help me if you can i am feeling down
help me get my feet back on the ground
i know george martin didn’t sing with us
but he was the best **** manager in this god **** land
and then i sang the song
daisy daisy give me your answer too
i am half crazy over the love of you
it won’t be a stylish marriage
i can’t afford a carriage
but you’ll look sweet upon the seat
of a bicycle built for tea
oh batts batts bat your kids are fat
what are ya going to do with that
if you feed donuts to your obese children
they will regret them when your in your teens
mahna mana do do do do do
let’s party on and listen to tim minchin
let’s party to the sound of
don’t stop me now, cause i am having a good time
i am having a great ball
hey kids if you are one of these loners on the gates of oblivion
hitch a ride with brian allan, the coolest young dude of the 90s
this is a disco hit, and we write so many songs waiting for neighbours to begin
and look at amy robinson, yeah she is so nice
you got myself a crying talking sleeping walking living doll
take look how it feels it’s real
i will party with these young dudes cause their cool
oh yeah bow bow, c’mon let’s party
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 2:11 AM UTC
His name was James Clements
We called him Jimmy
I don't know why but
He drank away
His wife
His home
His children
He drove away his employees
And drove into 7 DUIs
Though that might have been
Just another lie
He cut a man's throat
Before rehab saved him
From prison
But not from death
I feared him
Worked for him
Befriended him
I drove him home when he was drunk
But did not attend his funeral
Jun 17, 2017
Jun 17, 2017 at 3:36 PM UTC