Revolution

“Only through new words might new worlds be called into order”

-Saul Williams

No more cheeks glazed with raindrops, no more roses with thorns--

Only through new words might new worlds be called into order.

I speak of cracks in the pavement, out of which nothing is born,

Not of the 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 my poetry into the drainpipes of nearby buildings

Until lifeless street-lamps grow ears to discern its music.

Listen! This is a call to bear arms for the sake of a new revolution.

This is a call to bear 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 turntables over and use them as drums for the beat…

A call for the heartbeat to cover the everyday skyline with ripples,

And to rip out the clouds that continue to cling to our feet.