"Only through new words might new worlds be called into order."
--Saul Williams
Only through new words might new worlds be called into order.
I speak of cracks in the pavement, from which nothing is born,
Not of green meadows and valleys worn out by immortals.
I speak of a landscape, neither barren nor devoid of feelings,
I speak of a garden, hidden away from the diligent muses.
I will recite poetry into rusty drainpipes of nearby buildings
Until lifeless street-lamps grow ears to discern its music.
Listen! This is a call to bare arms for a new revolution.
This is a call to bare layers of burdens until hearts are laid bare!
This is a call to hand over overused metaphors to executioners, --
A penny for a thought till there’s plenty of change to spare.
This is a call for a change of movement, a change of rhythm,
A call to turn over turntables and use them as drums for the beat…
A call for the heartbeat to cover the skyline with ripples,
And to rip out the clouds that continue to cling to our feet.