saul williams, allen ginsberg, and i smoke weed in san francisco
I kneel in union square, as these
gods began to chant. Their prayers
just words of their stream of consciousness.
the black man, Williams, speaks of god,
As he lays his hands on my temples.
And the white man, Ginsberg, speaks of
the world, and places his hands on top.
They lift my spirit 10 feet high, as
my body falls lifeless to the floor.
As their spoken words leave their mouths,
my face is baptized in their spit.
They transcend this plane and prepare the
body for the new world. Their spit
enters my eyes and makes me cry.
As if to think that “i once could see
but now am blind.” What is this telling me?
Should i stop using my eyes to experience
the world?
I slowly come to, and find myself laying on a soap box
my own little stage
The white and black man now gray
“I've come a long way.”
The different shades of color
lost to a gray scale of sight.
We don't live in colors, extreme
black and white. We are always
left talking and living in a certain
shade of gray.
gods began to chant. Their prayers
just words of their stream of consciousness.
the black man, Williams, speaks of god,
As he lays his hands on my temples.
And the white man, Ginsberg, speaks of
the world, and places his hands on top.
They lift my spirit 10 feet high, as
my body falls lifeless to the floor.
As their spoken words leave their mouths,
my face is baptized in their spit.
They transcend this plane and prepare the
body for the new world. Their spit
enters my eyes and makes me cry.
As if to think that “i once could see
but now am blind.” What is this telling me?
Should i stop using my eyes to experience
the world?
I slowly come to, and find myself laying on a soap box
my own little stage
The white and black man now gray
“I've come a long way.”
The different shades of color
lost to a gray scale of sight.
We don't live in colors, extreme
black and white. We are always
left talking and living in a certain
shade of gray.