hey look

family

i'm not a loser

forgot to e-mail you to let you know

i've got my own apartment now

i even have a few friends

not saving the starving children

but i feed a lot of them music

hey look

i'm not a wasted soul

got my own place

got a job

made a friend

moving up

i think i see the beginnings of air

pulled from the earth


-Lahmadaj

one

of my friends

one of the only

will fly into my city
in the heated August month

should be grand to see him
better than most anything

one thing
will be

lengths of sky
laugh I laugh



-Lahmadaj

thinking

of those i've met
from time to time

friends

not only those that I know will always remain in contact
not only those that I love and laugh to think of them

all those people that shared part of their lives

interacted with me

laughed with me or became very serious

truth

in a glance

thinking of Welsh friends

how I may never see them again

but in thinking of that love
back and forth
circle

here in southern lands they have bronze

youngstown
somerset
santa cruz
pittsburgh
seattle
cardiff
london
portland
los angeles
new mexico
upstate NY
ohio
NYC

the mother turned round

been thinking

wonder how many more I'll be glad to see

if I'm allowed to remain

-Lahmadaj

.

not sure I like this feeling
telling my friend to leave


-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

Glückwünsche

Christina and Michael

today they've been married

today i heard a song along the shore

the sound of winds and laughter

today my friend called me on his phone

included in the gathering

i smiled to think

could hear and see her face

the thick air to gently sway the fabric

a sun and spots of cloud

today they were married

today the force of dancing and singing

energy friends

and love

the sky unfolded

a clasp of hands

to kiss in the glinting breezes

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