Hollywood:
I don't need poetry to get women.
Sheila Downes:
No, you need a personality to get women.
Savon Garrison:
Try a breath mint and a visa.
Nina Mosley:
You always want what you want when you want it. Why is everything so urgent with you?
Darius Lovehall:
Let me tell you somethin'. This here, right now, at this very moment, is all that matters to me. I love you. That's urgent like a motherfucker.
Savon Garrison:
When a man gets a hard on, you know where the blood come from, right? You know where the blood come from, right? His head and his feet. So A - he's stupid and B - he can't run.
Darius Lovehall:
Have you been listening? I'm gonna tell you the point. I'm gonna feed you the point. The point is... I don't know the point, alright?
Darius Lovehall:
Say, baby... can I be Your slave? I've got to admit girl you're the shit girl... and I'm digging you like a grave. Now, do they call you Daughter to the Spinning Pulsar... or maybe Queen of 10,000 moons? Sister to the Distant yet Rising Star? Is your name Yemaya? Oh, hell no. Its got to be Oshun. Oooh, is that a smile me put on your face, child... wide as a field of jasmine and clover? Talk that talk, honey. Walk that walk, money. High on legs that'll spite Jehovah. Shit. Who am I? It's not important. But me they call me brother to the night. And right now... I'm the blues in yourleft thigh... trying to become the funk in your right. Who am I? I'll be whoever you say? But right now I'm the sight-raped hunter... blindly pursuing you as my prey. And I just want to give you injections... of sublime erections... and get you to dance to my rhythm... make you dream archetypes... of black angels in flight... upon wings of distorted, contorted... metaphoric jizm. Come on slim. Fuck your man. I ain't worried about him. It's you who I want to step to my scene. 'cause rather the deal with the fallacy... of this dry-ass reality... I'd rather dance and romance your sweet ass in a wet dream. Who am I? Well, they call me Brother to the night. And right now I'm the blues in your left thigh... trying to become the funk in your right. Is that all right?
Darius Lovehall:
[
answers phone] yea...
Savon Garrison:
Hey, What's up, cat daddy?
Savon Garrison:
How's the book comming?
Darius Lovehall:
Masterpiece of MINIMALISM.
Nina Mosley:
I gather up each sound you left behind and stretch them on our bed. Each night I breathe you and become high
Eddie Coles:
Poetry is the possibility of language.
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