i am like a survivor
of the flood
walking through the streets
drenched with
God
surprised that all of the
drowned victims
are still walking and talking
she kissed as if she, alone, could forge the signature of the sun
Saul Williamsthe anchor man
thrown overboard
has simply rooted us
in history's repeating cycle
only through new words
might new worlds
be called
into order
pools of blood are not recreational even lifeguards drown when the undertow breaks bread with the underbelly demons disguised as sharks have not put enough thought into their costumes a wiseman stays ashore when pointed fins read like italian subtitles the end is near (...) the beginning
Saul Williamsi laced my shoes with sorrow
and walked a weary road
dead end streets
don't come undone
with double knots
wing tipped shoes
that walk on air
through vacant lots
Stichwörter: poetry
When I can feel you breathing into me i, like a stone gargoyle
atop some crumbling building,
spring to life
a resuscitated
angel.
Stichwörter: poetry
My love is my soul's imagination...
how do I love you... imagine.
Stichwörter: slam spoken-word untainted-love
Books are carefully folded forests/void of autumn/bound from the sun
Saul WilliamsStichwörter: poetry
The wind is the moon's imagination wandering.
Saul WilliamsStichwörter: poetry
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