...sometimes you picture me--
I'm walking too far ahead
you're calling to me, I can't hear
what you've said--
Then you say--go slow--
I fall behind--
the second hand unwinds
(chorus):
if you're lost you can look--and you will find me
time after time
if you fall I will catch you--I'll be waiting
time after time
'Time After Time', by Cyndi Lauper
Darius Lovehall, please don't make me throw my remote control at my television screen again. Come on man, that is Nia, oops, I mean Nina Moseley: photographer, "go-getter", extreme Goddess of all nubian dreams... and you just told her something that simply left me scratching a new hole in my head. My brother, bring her back in... no, wait a minute - let me help you... step aside, here I come. I know what to say - after all you gave me this poetic prose:
Darious Lovehall's borrowed SWAGGA: "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. Fahget 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?"
I guess that she was not impressed by the way that I verbally undressed her mind - but I came hard and I should be saluted. I am so NOT the master of minimalism, but it is amazing that I caught her attention and she did listen. But...
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?
Digression. Yo, now that, my friends, is metaphysics: The principle of my reality that continues to transcend science. Maybe this is "meta-FEMALE-physics": The principle of my reality that continues to transcend females. Why? She is she so elusive. Is it the timing? I'll let you be the judge.
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 motherfather.
(chorus):
if you're lost you can look--and you will find me
time after time
if you fall I will catch you--I'll be waiting
time after time
YES. The raindrops touch our skin as we embrace to kiss under the city light. The mood is surreal, the moment is real... "Yo, Darius, I got this... take notes as I..." am interrupted.
(The alarm rings...BRRRRRINGGGG) "Dayummm. It's time for me to get my ass up!!!" (...as the dream fades and reality settles in).
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.
But I will always dream of Nia... time after time.
