it feels

so good

to have jobs

which allow me

not to worry about money

not searching craigslist

every f. day

not thinking about the man

on the f. way

free to spend no money

will spend my mind

in freedom of this space

of the teaching

sound and innocence

little adults

not worrying about cash

laugh laugh

feet

caress the ground

to forget myself

and release

free to do so at all moments

insinuate the constant attempt of this

may shift to actual

am one of the lucky ones

in the rise and fall a turning

the music forever swaying

can I make this

continue

of course nothing




-Lahmadaj

passive assggressive

i'll leave little mementos of my emotions

won't use the native language to communicate my desires

will instead place cryptic symbols to express my intent

and you'll have to guess what i want

i won't grow

i'll lie limp and wet behind an action or object discarded

i won't take responsibility for expression

but will rather wait and expect you to unravel its meaning

i will place the duty on you merely through displacement

you'll read my flaccid notes and wonder who the gucci bag really is

i'll pout and sadly go about my day

only child syndrome on the way

looking as though such a force

when nothing wells inside

cannot use words

but will expect you to hear me

filling a balloon

thousands of holes

you'll yawn at my inability


-Lahmadaj

the lines

purple

some orange
take flight quickly into risen cloud

blind my earthly eye


-Lahmadaj

I'm a f. idiot

been spending large portions of my life thinking others must see the world similar to me with such perceptions been assuming that i understood almost to a default and walking around with the head in my hands turning it this way and that watching the world go by in arcing swoops of vision to talk whilst it be upon my shoulders assumed things not worth and others worth and never finding through sense alone or exposure linked to its land



-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

look the

leaves are changing i've made a mistake the time is past i have waited too long and the plane is taken go further inside and find a lot of it about the turn and the rip blanket cold and pieced faces and flesh to tell me we should stop what we speak of though both partake and have sounded here into air

thus placing the task again away from present and loving touches to mistook and possible jeal a late and humble cantor to please a run away

thanking the tree as passed and looked over what wonder at the stretch a buzzing and cone sway sway holding the railing

-Lahmadaj

in the shadow

the lines are smooth and soft

the ground is cool

tilted grass and crushed seed

the lover's hand

proud to be

green cloud and run water

the long stretch of mindlessness

a freedom and dancing

-Lahmadaj

nothing

I do
nothing

all day long

all night time and snooze

nothing between the spaces

I do
unnamable
millions
of tasks each day

each night time and flew

millions in space

the lovely being sky

grab the branch

name that sound honey


-Lahmadaj

I wish

to rip out these lymph nodes and burn them in a pail
I want to laugh as they melt into charred flesh and the pain leaves my body
I want to continue to dismantle this form

run around asking questions
someone gives you an answer
thinking it not so useful
run around asking questions

no one has any fucking idea

I have no idea

I had an idea, many actually

but the thrash has diminished them
the coarse iron that grates and scrapes my back
once pulled
once pushed
continue infinite

thought had made it
thought it would be better
spent so much time as younger doing what was needed
none was needed
to end here stupid and bored
my center heavy and raw
tried for the moon
tired

soothe that ache little one there is no world there is no one

again with the broken
throw on more fuel
disappear in its blazing

-Lahmadaj

Health Care and Arizona Bill

so the right riles at health care
the new change
an argument used is that the bill is a sign of approaching socialism
they tend to include it in measures taken by the nazi party and other tyrannical institutions

the Arizona Bill on immigration
is more directly connected to the fear and prejudice of the nazi party than the health care bill
Arizona will approach a police run state
any non-white person will probably have to carry identification papers at all times
police can stop someone they think may be from another country or 'illegal'

we're all from other countries

the natives were smashed down a long time ago

now some {deleted} are afraid and want control; they want purpose
now some {deleted} conservative brainwashed {deleted} are afraid and want control; they want purpose

good luck arid zona

welcome to a dead end

-Lahmadaj

breathe

air cold and liquid
frothing between eyes and lashes
against the folds of parchment
the slow draw of ink
and the smash of sea

tilt back the glaze
bring new love
reach behind the turning sand
and escape into silence

disappearing clouds burn slow in the evening

it feels so good



-Lahmadaj

Aurelio

began to walk outside. there were different items in his hand. he clasped fourteen candles and one black card.  inside his mind, the ground was covered.  two persons, one of which gathered the grass, began to sing loudly.  it was a melodic sound and rose elegant in the trees.  Aurelio liked these people and their lightly danced footsteps.  soon the sun began to rise, and the song was gone.  the evening retired. a thousand lights amid a tumbling sea.  the cloud and the tree.

-Lahmadaj

the long

arc

of smooth fresh

the blend of momentary elation

and the stinging of slow drudgery

a bright pulling blast


-lahmadaj

a stomach

fails and entrails



stretched by the big G

down down to the floor

one quack says, cluck

another quack says, gluck gluck

and i say good luck


wish the burn would cease

long bored waiting


how many people really know

how it is to continue

one needs much of nothing

can wait and wait


wonder if my explosion is approaching

will it be old age


ancient sense infinite



she's turning on her machine
twitt
such extravagance
and prestige
glad to slave

a blindfold of silk
and still seeing nothing

-lahmadaj