Showing posts with label sing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sing. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Catch you later Harpo

Oprah

many celebrities showed up to say thanks/goodbye at her double, 2nd to last, episode.

all sorts of glitz showed to say gush gush to the rich woman

"Oprah Winfrey, because of you women everywhere have graduated to a new level of understanding of who we are, of what we are and, most of all, who we can be," Beyoncé said. Chicago AP


yeah except normal women.  Beyonce, Madonna, enter fan of stars (paycheck anyone)

you're not horrible Oprah, but you are not realistic, you are grandeur of american wealth that all the midwest ladies pine for and keep miniature models of close to their hearts and clitorides

Oprah, if you see this, I could use a new car, or maybe a vacation to some exotic place like NYC or even Portland, or even a chance to 'make my dreams come true'

sometimes not sure if I'm cutthroat enough for the amassing of uselessness

thank the sun for music
thank my ears
will sing in my death
and escape the earth
also to remain


-Lahmadaj

Saturday, March 5, 2011

yes

press me
trick the light
enter tongue

reimburse the rally
each has none
funny

place replace
easy in the
scheme

oh oh you know oh
low is the treasure
sing


-Lahmadaj

Saturday, August 7, 2010

yesterday

was my birthday

not sure entirely about it all

woke up, as is the recent pattern

to the sound of my new next door neighbor's daycare business
the sound of very small children
singing, talking, yelling
and the lyricless voice
of an adult's kid voice
loud and solo
dominating the texture
verse after repetitive verse of three blind mice
and other nursery dirges

her voice louder than all
for they are tiny little children
drumming and clicking things

her voice sour and unending
wafting into my window
because they are directly outside
next to the house

her sugared and depressing
'YAAAAAAAAY!' of encouragement

demons

yes yes
some may say that the song of youth is a beauty

some may say

this is followed by her husband's
friend
grinding the shit out of a rusty smoker with a bristle brush
directly by my window

the high squealing rip of corroded metal
is almost too much for me

who the f. are these yohoes

i realize I am probably jealous

jealous of their newly refurbished house
a big house: attic, basement, backyard, kitchen, at least 3 or 4 bedrooms
multiple baths
for two 30 somethings
jealous of their free time to fix up the yard and create projects
to have guests in the backyard candle light
for wine and merriment

while i share a house with 4 other mediocre people
mostly inadequate and blinded
like moths
unendingly into bulbs
and a fifth lives in the basement
and our house is moist and moldy
and the rent is cheap (duh)
and I stay in my room almost all the time
other than cooking, shitting, cleaning, or leaving

decided to proceed to the park
else succumb to torment
of my current placement

oh at least the trees
the bird
the jellyfish

a turn of a crane

the quick color change of boat wake

the sun through clouds

my feet
back and forth
criss crossing

dig sand

another bird


-Lahmadaj

Saturday, July 3, 2010

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