Hear

the sound from moving air

guitar

love star

slow chord melody a sting

and the light

the sound of brokencontinuation

-Lahmadaj

I laugh

and think to myself

about the times i've accidentally sold my truth for the social ease

i waste my time thinking and imagining the froth of possibilities

look back and see myself the same despite my growing age
wonder when i can share this with another
there was one; no longer
myself again and the earth
like the first day

wonder if I'll change myself into something new
a pattern repeated a pattern

i'm unhinged compared to most americans
still chained to the cycle
vices
loneliness
inadequate resources
finite

I think and laugh to myself
despite all this
the air still feels so good

the light meets my eye
and my skin delivers

-Lahmadaj

a palace

the Alhambra palace was next to me once on a circling walk
I began this trip to see the interior
of this structure close to Granada, Spain
a beautiful and amazing city
I strolled along its outer walls
took a picture from above of a map of its floor plan
there were vines of red above on the yellow mute stucco
the travel to the lower side was a scene
for the mid December air had the leaves autumned
a small stream ran near the high walls and the shadows
along the path did lie
once to the foot of turning water
and the end of walls
after water falling
I climbed a small drive
then a wall or gate to see the distance before me
Upon my height realized my property intrusion
held a moments glance to remember
then descended cacti trail
a leap from the wall
back to a path hearing music
the light shone early


-Lahmadaj

one gets that slow draw

and the bed is deep and languid marking infinite slumber that is impossible with this body eventually to wake itself and see light the window is open and cool air enters from outside the click of a clock which does not exist in this room and the plants grow slow wish to have some other friend and a place to dance cannot get going down down is the sand and the life i used to know which of course is not this life my life unfolded and planted bright sitting in the air of sun to wonder what is next and the lengths to run


-Lahmadaj

yes

large or small glow and dark the plastic needle

brave and new flat red roller the tiny feet

love and crying lumber yard the brief interval

elation and breathing fast broken heat the twisting air

beat and lyric jam fierce the brace

heat and liquid fall low livid the bright beach

-Lahmadaj