Even

watching others
one's self is lost
at least my self

learned to give it
everyone can be this way
that is not true

easy lives and children houses
makes me jealous
even still

I grow old
my inside is the same
not sure where

eats a lot of creation
tells one to sleep
wish I were gone or free

would like to be more fortified

perhaps in the distance


-Lahmadaj

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

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