this is a material world
"i will sleep
to mold a mask of dreams
to wear to tomorrow's festival
no one will recognize me
they will all mistake me
for someone other
than themselves"
"i once wrote out of loneliness
and into it
please, not now, love
i'm suffering
somebody dipped this soul
in Christian batter
fried it
and then
made the mistake
of trying to serve it back to me
as if
i wouldn't taste my own being
obscured by a confectionery sugar"
"invisible scars
take the longest
to heal"
I love Saul Williams the poems and beat poetry, both. Don't make me have to explain it.
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mmmm.... fried soul..... *drooooool*
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