A friend gave me “said the shotgun to the head” when I was twenty. Said

friend is now married but still eats sandwiches at hours

inhospitable to sandwiches. Last night I dreamt

of Cornel West, woke up thirsty for the noise

of some man with stature and a boom. Hum diddly

couldn’t find the room inside this room to yell

but websites never cease to flaunt their wares

so here is sleek Saul Williams, staring fair.

 

And here is sleek Saul Williams:

“Have you ever lost yourself in a kiss? I mean pure psychedelic inebriation. Not just lustful petting but transcendental metamorphosis when you became aware that the greatness of this being was breathing into you. Licking the sides and corners of your mouth, like sealing a thousand fleshy envelopes filled with the essence of your passionate being and then opened by the same mouth and delivered back to you, over and over again – the first kiss of the rest of your life. A kiss that confirms that the universe is aligned, that the world’s greatest resource is love, and maybe even that God is a woman. With or without a belief in God, all kisses are metaphors decipherable by allocations of time, circumstance, and understanding.”