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Saul Williams is an acclaimed poet, musician, and actor. The film Slam, which he cowrote and starred in, won the Grand Jury Prize at the Sundance Film Festival (1998), and the Camera d’Or at the Cannes Film Festival. He has contributed to The New York Times, voiced Jean-Michel Basquiat in Downtown 81, and cut records with Rick Rubin and Trent Reznor. He has spoken at more than 200 universities where his poetry has been added to the curriculum of dozens of creative writing programs, and has taught poetry/performance workshops around the world. He recently starred in the Broadway musical Holler If Ya Hear Me. His books include S/HE, ,said the shotgun to the head., and The Dead Emcee Scrolls. He lives in New York. Visit his website at SaulWilliams.com.

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She

MTV

From She

i presented

my feminine side

with flowers

she cut the stems

and placed them gently

down my throat

and these tu lips

might soon eclipse

your brightest hopes

***

she had nothing

but time on her hands:

silver rings, turquoise stones

and purple nails

i rubbed my thumb

across her palm:

a featherbed

where slept a psalm

yea, though i walk

i used to fly

and now we dance

i watched

my toenails blacken

and walked a deadened trance

until she woke me

with the knife edge

of her glance

i have the scars to prove

the clock strikes

with her hands

***

i have seen the truth

many times

but for the first time

she saw me

i wore suspenders

for the judgment

in my pants

***

i 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

***

she kept her deck

beneath her pillow

and had promised

me a reading

she stuck a bookmark

in my heart

and walked away

it was autumn then

the leaves

suddenly flames

the sidewalk

burning cinders

i walked the streets

as if the sun

had called me boy

mad at the world

on aging feet

shuffling

her cards

shuffling

my feet

head

to the sky

blue

the clouds

her cards

the clouds:

her cards

shuffling

the skies

a storm passes

new clouds appear:

the chariot

the priestess

the moon

in broad daylight:

an omen

***

love is an unbridled horse

with one wing out-stretched

the other tucked and folded

on the right side

the horse galloping

towards a cliff

knowingly

panting just enough

for you to think

he's laughing

he?

love is male?

love is a dumb horse

with silver streaks

and a sometimes penis

a sometimes penis?

on thursdays

the rest of the week

she grazes

and paints her hooves

with red mud

making tracks

through the fields

which disappear

soon after they appear

because nature has a way

of changing

the same way

it remains

Copyright © 1999 by Saul Williams

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