saul williams writes better poetry than you
" oil slicked feathers, putrid stenched water-bed 'mother nature's a whore,' said the shotgun to the head.
o my friends,
the greatest americans
have not been born yet
they are waiting patiently
for the past
to die
...her uncle would swallow pictures of God
to be sure that God was inside of him
they institutionalized his stomach lining
'til he choked on his own belief system
the truth was in his vomit.
she is within us
o my friends,
the greatest americans
have not been born yet
they are waiting patiently
for the past
to die
...her uncle would swallow pictures of God
to be sure that God was inside of him
they institutionalized his stomach lining
'til he choked on his own belief system
the truth was in his vomit.
she is within us