Lehman's Medicine Song

I lose nothing
as She herds

in fecund fields
filling our Cantina

with refreshing milk.
Our screen rates
are set right
by Mos Eisley!

In the Valley
of dark ****
I'm not afraid
because Obi Wan
is with me.
Your team and
our team help
cheer me up!

First we Feast
on movable tables
frontin Death wings.
Don't touch eyes
or brush heads
with anointed oils!

Click truly here
to follow kindness
and love me.
All my likes
are housed virtual
Forever!

Magic it flows
Chaos that shows

Shake it goes

make it
form it
called it

in the cold
in the Native
black of night

A Son journeys
down with a Magi
sleeping in snatches
stealing lunch breaks

Down a Mountain
with Hope's boulder
at His back

And a Rapper's Delight
endlessly looping
in His ear

"broken glass everywhere"

At the end, liked
I said at minute 9

It's a figa feast
A Zatoichi fantasy

"Ha haha"
"Whyyyy?"

Because this was all folly

Ring and Stone (1+1+1)
Silver and Ruby (5)

Fire and Wind (1!+1+1, maybe unstable)
Kali and Ae°lus (6, unstable)

Power and Noise (2+1+1, unstable)
Charming and Luck  (4, unstable)

Noose and Loose (1+1+1)
F√ck and Sh•t (3)

B°wel and B°wl (1!+1+1, maybe unstable)
Dreams and Dear (3/4, maybe)

Fruit and Paint (1+1+1)
John and Pink (3)

Emancipation (5)
Purgatorio (5)

Color (2)
Verdant (2)

There are rules and protocols;
movements and routines.
Not quite episodic and semantic.
Nondeclared transition and rituals.
Rounded manners distinct
from infinate loop
and routed inner biplane
hemmed to a sight line,
spiraling death down.
Earth or Spitfire flare dare?
Grounded embrace forever comes.
I move, postponing
and extending.
The declared break is now.
Airflow ripples,
and eyes tear.
Straining shear forces
reducing reasoned response
to instinctual joysticks.
Old, new, modified,
learned, sticky
quirks of friends.
Lost love, lingering,
switching *****,
adjusting yaw, pushing yoke,
subtle procedural affectations
stolen, infused in
to fly, bank, and escape.

Time enough to
wait for the heros to
die
Time enough to
save the thugs and
murders.
TIme enough to
build
for we Others

Lords of the Flies are
fragile beings with
short life spans

Is time to leave the Islands
leave the isolation
leave the ostracization?

Time to we
Time to forget the hero Me.

This is the life I was promised
This is the life I will take

Easy time
Hard times
Time as primes

Sunday adjoins real
Numbers of our work week.

Prime Monday 2 mirrors in Symmetry

Tuesday's 3 breaks it

4 expands our mirrored self
******* the ****
pass procreating 2

Pentagon 5's primal safety

2 Friday the six a child of
monday and tuesdays

And we rest on the 7 sabbath
dominant or diminished
it doesn't really matter in
Number Theory

Pounding hearts
sounds like pounding farts

Pounding meats
smells like alliterative reeks

To be young and meager
To be green and so eager
without me

(As a great wizard said, "a journey is done solo; an adventure is shared")

So many Mickey Mouse wizards
And I'm just a magical broom

bringing buckets and buckets of CO2
down our yellow Brick Road

in a Submarine
crossing Downton Abbey

to reach Emerald City
to find no One
in Das Schloss

I bid u peace or pence
for there will be no Trial
only execution

An singular, insular egg--

A poultry product trafficking from ancillary islands.

Why does Black Velvet weep in Buffalo?

Two Johnsons joined by  bitter worms, quantum entanglements

fed to little crows, caged birds howling cold and broken.

For Gwendolyn Brooks

Not 500 years yet?

The fire still burns
between births of Father
and Son Riots We

of unheard
Ghosts from ovens,
camps, killing fields,
and the many Handed
machetes. We

an Egyptian myth
a simple bird,
Dumb n Adored
in her privileged plume
in his busy Bushy
Reborn

#poem

Elder flowers and snake bites
Watch out for the rattlers
babies are the most Dangerous

Chop their heads with shovels
bury them in unmarked fields

Copper Mountain with skis
buyer's Option purchased

9 month babies without souls

Love them they us we she he me E.
Nous sommes ** fame; We are who hunger fame.
You want fame? Fame costs.

The costs lie broken and scattered--
Actors who didn't become Jeros.

Cast left packing up our ****--
Moving in mass Exodus.

Crossing ole man River
to the other Side--
where lurks Them
they us we Me.

E.

We can't joke about Trolls anymore Homeless monsters Living under
Our bridges, beneath our privileges

We can be kind to Orc folks nevermore  
Hordes invading Colors over
Our borders to steal misfit toys

I guess it was never funny:
your pain, our Ghost Strugglers without voice and dwindling choice

Is is OK to laugh with racist friends at the Comedy Store?
Is it fine to put Goblin babies in a corner for easier M√rder?

Take it easy

We've been on this Slippery Sl°pe before with my Bon Vivant and wet Jovi

12 hours ago

To suffer fools--
patient.
To see you--
truly.
To be--
freely
confined
watched--
from supermax panopticon.
patient.

I luv strange sirens
lying At pond's bottom
Li many dead knights
cavalier in dance
over della nd valley morte
gas lit by their owned
intellectual noodles

We lie cold like soba or revenge

It will not be televised

the fusion,
Inverted Schmooing
A Mounting Inner Flame
A dance Meeting with Spirits
till the Dawn's early light

the Racing,
fast Noonward
2 dead lines scripted for a James Joyce
Netflix special late night

Like Bugz Vital Transformation
Like The Dances with Maya
Hey Jo. You know. You know.
Yawning in Awakening
like Kate or Kim or Kari or Karen or

2 Chopin's Nocturne
in repeating rhyming

5 patterns

Lie or lye?
steal or stye
in the right eye

A mortal coil
on Kombat soil

Finish him
or hit the gym

I'm lost
in our galactic thrift
saving cheap coins
exchanged for hot *****

I'm found
in our sector drift
sold thru wooden skewers
over white hot embers

I live like a vampire s*cking life energy from snapshots;
to stay young, to feed on, to live on-- if not forever
at least until it matters.

Living in Twilight as an ancient being amongst beautiful people.

I don't wish I knew you when I was young.

I did; I was but today suffer my mood with me.

"Big Bessie throws her son into the street"
interlacing with Gwendolyn Brooks

It's a winter day
in July chimes
a chipped cup
precisely etched - eternally empty
- forever gainst the flame
the candle's imposition
Rooted here
in the future - down the Street
- We cool
- We fool

The I is not the me.
An AI is not an object
merely to pass methods

They Keys connect I
manig Ah moments HA
to a Forceful ki-AH!

But past distant times
She filters happy

I'm Bumble time
look for me
Again
look for us
Again
look for unfiltered
Time again

Drones at the Edge
of our Tomorrow
All our needs Killed

Live run dare

Set the butterflies in formation
Habituated motion
Irimi
there is only Irimi

Love dare repeat

Hello people from the past--
Collected like dental
implanted detritus

We're all trash people
People who bathe
in plastic r/bb/sh

Hello people of future past--
dark matter matted hair
clogging a collective
drain

We're all family
it matters
what's the matter?
doesn't matter

Hello people of past future --
We weakly interact
a Force fielding questions
prompting action

How else are we
to interact with
the Light?

Forever

For every birth, a passing
For ever passing time
A birthday

Compressing my heart
Compressing indigo
interlaced with green
Happiness

We all have our Grand
Mothers - bookends gone
because our stories r neverending

Yesterday I danced
under the first quarter Moon
20241010

Monday, I'll be a pallbearer
again bearing witness
2 Jedi grace in parting
20241014

And in the mourning
In the early day light of night
I won't forget
20241015

Bye Thursdays, I'll be with she
A moment glowing in the dark
under a Hunter's Moon
20241017

9 minutes ago

My past, your past.

The weak interactions
that hold our Castle
made of sand together before
we fall into the Sea
Eventually

A piece of mine
A piece of yours
A piece of mind
No feud here please
We not like them

Hey Jo
Jo where you going
with that fun
in your hand?

If I had courage
like the Lion on bricks
gold, I'd look for jerks
around a circle;

If I had wisdom
like a Witch's hair
silver, I'd find age
inappropriate gurls
and not old squares.

My breakfast, my
vilifying to build internal
cohesion, moving in sync--
to actuate what?
Stylized, synchronized violence
resolves vanilla limits--
resources, rarity
barter, banter
to rectify an austere
child in a hood.
Stylized, synchronized violence
corporal spankings--
to hold a center
doing, doping--
to push our child
even though she is not better
than my non-existent
one.
We are too busy
hustling, hating--
building, breaking
Stylizing our grotto
with shadows on wall,
ghosts in grime,
reminders of death
and dying
<Didn’t know we had a king. I thought we were an autonomous collective.>

We voted Nixon
     For Change
We voted Kennedy
     For Change
We voted Obama
     For Change
We voted Trump
     For Change

But the Calculus remains
     The Same
But we Kin folks remain
     Divided
But we circle our Wagons
     Indifferently
But our painted face remain
     Hateful

You asked
     in a Movie of my Birth
If our Methods are sound

I replied my scripted Line
     "I don't see any method at all, sir"

"I've been having dreams
     Jumping on a trampoline"

We ask how am I so much in Love

No war here
no famine
nor pestilence
And yet and yet

Heard poets last light
Shedding hearts
At the center-- Los Angeles
where the D line smells but
the A line is fresh clean but
not going to Harlem

We go to Lil Tokyo
new instead
Like a Lil Boy
Or like how a Fat Man
empties a plate

Like skin regenerating
in a dish instead
of scarring
like melanin'd flesh

A new skein
An Avatar
With white voice
And black bodies

Zone of Transition
Cortical interneurons before
Their tangential invasion

Or gabaergic Purkinje
Amassing Armada before
Their radial Normandy

I was never officer
Material
Maybe I'm a gentle
Man

A Lone wolf without a cub
A Vagabond fantasy

A black and white Zatoichi
Transmogrified 2
A colorful toxic Hanzo
2 masculinity

Ah.

There's the rub

A middle path
Neither right nor left
But definitely dexterous and sinister

A Babel tower er^ct
In our lingual babbel

Or a gradient descent
With our Fel*rian Queen

Whatever.

A censored Blackhawk down
Or Phoenix propaganda rising

We don't really matter
In our Bird Clan cl^m@x

8 minutes ago

A blue guitar
The Picasso girl
plays
The Vinicius boy
listens
under a green sky

A time when the Fellowship was unbroken
And our Witches were in their Zenith!

And us?

Are we on another quest?
Magic users, frail and delicate?
Dreams and dreamers

Ageless nights with a Faer Queen
A lady of the first Twilight
Moon beams and fantasy

It's quiet

The first quiet before a storm
The second quiet is the storm
The eye of a Hurricane
The eye of the Rubin

"Hey Mr. Carter, Mr. Carter
Tell me, where have you been?"

Welcome back Mr. Kotter!

1 day ago

Sometimes we need pop
From a queen cuz the Michael is dead

Sometimes we need teenage fantasy
From a gold heart cuz Girls are player too

Sometimes we need mules
To mine for Cryptic ore cuz currency comes

With our morning breakfast!

Always you
(2)         (1)
Sempre tu
(2)         (1)
Immer du
(2)         (1)

The sport of it; the game
If you want it, fight for it
Young "man, look at my life, I'm a lot like you" are
Fifty "four and there's so much more"!

An old dog willing to learn new tricks

New tricks on the Street?
Trick-or-treat ask for the Sweet?

Was the Season of the Sticks a failure
because we didn't win the final game?

Coaches say happiness is in the struggle
        or was it suffering?
Falling in love is insufferable

Monks and pirates say life is suffering
        or was it pain Highnest!
"anyone who says differently, is selling something"

New tricks to learn!

Michael Jordan hustled tricks
for six seasons before he had his first child!
Were those six childless years failures?

Our therapist would say keeping  
our eyes on the prize is good:
Goals help us improve, help us find happiness, help us embrace
the Absurd Movable Feast of P^ssy

Sempre tu sounds hollow
like a God chortle -- lacy mirth in
high heels; s^xy but not malicious
She never is

Immer du feels dry
like flatten dimensions of curved
hips and stiff swords reduced
to moisten bints lobbing scimitars

Me andyou
(1)         (2)
You andme
(1)         (2)

Reduced happiness?

I'm here at Kaiser again

Her hands are bruised
Her arms too where the IV needles are

The Last Rites this morning
and intubation last night

She, in her strength
and us, in our technology
give time

Time for long goodbyes
Amore ciao

A million years of socializing
make it hard to let go

The Tigers come?
It was quicker
No remnants

Leave her on the Trail?
Wolves come
Vultures clean

We were a different culture then
We are a new solution now

Osmolality and salt
drips to keep the pulse

No pressure drop
No karmic revenge

There's time enough to say bye
In time, we'll meet again
in time
in green dreams

They've started the morphine
They've stopped management

She's passed.

Her heart stopped
Ours fluttered

It is 10:55AM, Wednesday 2024

Hey Sister
We've left boxes at Auntie's

I've taken my books
I've taken all my memories

The House is just a house
Kari was just a girl, a High School Crush
and Karen a Winter's Dance

Teenage Fantasy
left in cardboard boxes
Things we all want
"want it when we can't have it"

Middleage Reality
here in plastic containers
Things for donation
"when we got it, we don't seem to want it"

Happy rain
black Stagg

In the reverse time
In the science
In the doublespeak

We listen
to Noise
to Hear
the Song

backwards

To the beginning
To the Garden without Eve
To the Gethsemane night

We voice
Our bitterness
We embrace
Our Joy

Soon I'll be three again
playing
Forever you'll be thirty
teaching

Love
At the beginning
Before the Noise

A piece of Mind
A peace of Yore

The cold Hunt
The hot Boar

Paste here
Patty sear

A swallow
     has long pointed wings
     and forked tail
This bird is uncommon
     in my life

A sparrow
     has broad winds
     and round tail
I've known this one
     my whole Life

A raven
     is dark as night
     with haunting tale
I'll get to know this dream
     in my resting life

A rooster
     is a colorful cōck

Sometimes

I fantasize that I'm he
Flightless, earthbound, scavenging
on discarded flesh

We're eating at the crossroad, round midnight

Other times

I wake as a common swallow
"La rondinella che giace, ferita al suolo"