it seems

as though there cannot be any more stupidity
of course the world delivers
from housemates leaving huge pieces of their own shit in the toilet
while blasting gallons of water down the drain
clipping nails and unravelling yards of paper
to
enraged gunman distributing bullets
no longer beer
wasting a few and self
instead of smoking one and going on a hike
to
the yelling frantic of half-baked T parties
and blind mechanical hate
so boring, their fanatics make me want to
amass as much soil and rock as possible
raise it high above the earth
and dump it into all their chomp chomp
yells and dildo speeches
to cover them in heavy sleep


-Lahmadaj

last night

I went to hear four bands play in a basement in Seattle's central district.  This concert occurred Sunday July 18.  I arrived to hear the last 3/4's of the last song of the first band.  The remaining three bands followed.  I drank beer before I attended this show.  I asked some people to join me, but none could make it.  I drank beer during this show.  I've been to this house a number of times, almost always alone since I don't know many people.  It was one dude's birthday.  This fellow lives at the venue house.  He also played in a band for this show. He is a cool guy and friendly.  He's turning 34 on Tuesday.  Between bands, I spent sometime wondering around outside looking into the sky.  There were a moderate amount of attendees at this concert.  Many concert goers smoke and talk outside between sets.  Some people know each other and have been associated in their lives. There were a few stars in the sky; I saw the big dipper by accident.  It was about to dump galactic dippables onto a smoking party-goer.  Nothing fell from the sky.  I found the north star via BD's handle and thought, 'who cares what direction.'  I think I texted my lover at this point or drank more beer.  Quiet like the sky.


-Lahmadaj