The woman wants to please her man half chanting civilize these devils half broken into the panorama of black hard ons we call a club or in code a stellar force in the universe And that cry or that tear represents what ? He asks, Stardust? Fragments of good greed grab at the mended omen. I did not know it would be so easy, to be home again Then he hears running feet and accompanies them on his drums / her body the neat needle point rhythms of a ritual that almost feels like talent as close and untenable as source that almost feels like luck that almost trusts the headlines of us where our only equality is when we beat each other blue too like whitey do and he seems to get free on it so if we reappropriate this violence against our bodies like good easy liar patriots maybe what's left is all fine lace in listless ecstatic black treason love or such a hep psychology as Sweetback and other equal evils swollen with love hope But where is the honor in all this chaos ?
