I wish

to rip out these lymph nodes and burn them in a pail
I want to laugh as they melt into charred flesh and the pain leaves my body
I want to continue to dismantle this form

run around asking questions
someone gives you an answer
thinking it not so useful
run around asking questions

no one has any fucking idea

I have no idea

I had an idea, many actually

but the thrash has diminished them
the coarse iron that grates and scrapes my back
once pulled
once pushed
continue infinite

thought had made it
thought it would be better
spent so much time as younger doing what was needed
none was needed
to end here stupid and bored
my center heavy and raw
tried for the moon
tired

soothe that ache little one there is no world there is no one

again with the broken
throw on more fuel
disappear in its blazing

-Lahmadaj

Health Care and Arizona Bill

so the right riles at health care
the new change
an argument used is that the bill is a sign of approaching socialism
they tend to include it in measures taken by the nazi party and other tyrannical institutions

the Arizona Bill on immigration
is more directly connected to the fear and prejudice of the nazi party than the health care bill
Arizona will approach a police run state
any non-white person will probably have to carry identification papers at all times
police can stop someone they think may be from another country or 'illegal'

we're all from other countries

the natives were smashed down a long time ago

now some {deleted} are afraid and want control; they want purpose
now some {deleted} conservative brainwashed {deleted} are afraid and want control; they want purpose

good luck arid zona

welcome to a dead end

-Lahmadaj

breathe

air cold and liquid
frothing between eyes and lashes
against the folds of parchment
the slow draw of ink
and the smash of sea

tilt back the glaze
bring new love
reach behind the turning sand
and escape into silence

disappearing clouds burn slow in the evening

it feels so good



-Lahmadaj

Aurelio

began to walk outside. there were different items in his hand. he clasped fourteen candles and one black card.  inside his mind, the ground was covered.  two persons, one of which gathered the grass, began to sing loudly.  it was a melodic sound and rose elegant in the trees.  Aurelio liked these people and their lightly danced footsteps.  soon the sun began to rise, and the song was gone.  the evening retired. a thousand lights amid a tumbling sea.  the cloud and the tree.

-Lahmadaj

the long

arc

of smooth fresh

the blend of momentary elation

and the stinging of slow drudgery

a bright pulling blast


-lahmadaj

a stomach

fails and entrails



stretched by the big G

down down to the floor

one quack says, cluck

another quack says, gluck gluck

and i say good luck


wish the burn would cease

long bored waiting


how many people really know

how it is to continue

one needs much of nothing

can wait and wait


wonder if my explosion is approaching

will it be old age


ancient sense infinite



she's turning on her machine
twitt
such extravagance
and prestige
glad to slave

a blindfold of silk
and still seeing nothing

-lahmadaj

at the time

of spoken words

the ground begins to move

the clasp of feet against the cliff side

top crumbled little pebble

i stand

the world shifts within my axis

feeling very oddly

my friend smiles to me

tells me he must leave

i bid him farewell

may never see again

onward against the edge

the soft growing green

whispers sung melodies

the french blooms in my ear

what are you telling me

shoots of open green

-lahmadaj

status

and mood

one can change these to allow others to see and know his state of existence

'yeah right

get real'

what realm is this emoticon

an imagined space

so to create a gathering of other non-existent spaces

does anyone care of the others' temperament regarding the taco they just ate

regarding the boil pained slowly on the leg

nope, didn't think anyone gave a fuck

the other is not here

i can not touch him

i do not see her face

i can not laugh with him

i see no light

there is no body

there is no embrace

no scent

there are only typed shelled words

expressing menial obligations to the man or pop

and i sit quietly

wondering when this stupid shit may suck me into the trash ball

or it already has wrapped its boredom around me tight

pulling the air away

i sit quietly

and wonder why i have few friends

and fewer loves

it may be easily my own inability

though it may be the prescribed life one claims as his own

how much of it is one's own

i suppose

the shit

the voice

the gas 

the blood movement

the bipedal stomp

i doubt any of the mind

except one miniscule fragment of light

which most contemporaries 

dress up in robes of pop culture 

and extravagance 

as though it really is that cool

as though they really give a fuck

as though they've expanded to such heights of awareness

though they know not when they've farted

or when they've burned down a youth

turn his skin into gold

we can wear it around our necks

and laugh heartily at our believed appreciation of art

of human

of the passion inside

read all about it in my status

my emotion 

my essence

the lovers know; the others blow

the night is breathing

the sun is low

-lahmadaj

chili peppers

yeah the red hot

mother's milk

i had no idea of this music

the thrash

got the rhythm

feels


almost not as old


nobody weird like me

oh this one

burn the lightening

feel the glowing brass

the turn of a lock

press quick the soft cold stone

touch the tops of your triangled flesh

a bump in the scarlet

tighten the lengths

breathe it so heavy


the ground is expanded

the liquid tin flows

-lahmadaj

it's easy

the time

the sound

the lyric

the tap of rhythm

your reeling mind

escape with the music

place your feet solid

grind like some motha

grab your free soul

lift the top of this encasement

let the needle fall

gently and pop into glisten

thank dog for the song

-lahmadaj

when plastic hits you

and there is no turning back

the long brush of its delicate frizzle

a crinkle and fade

can smell the polymer

peal its rhythm

-lahmadaj

waiting to take a

break

from the walk

it's not too much further

he said

as my face was upon the lighted arrow

-lahmadaj