lust.

Poet: Okay. [hands the sheet to them] Look at the poem.
Jesse: [takes poem] Oh, alright. [Opens it up]
Selene: [takes poem from Jesse, offers it back to Poet] Will you read it to us?
Poet: [Takes poem] Sure, okay. [Reads it]
Daydream delusion.
Limousine Eyelash
Oh, baby with your pretty face
Drop a tear in my wineglass
Look at those big eyes
See what you mean to me
Sweet cakes and milkshakes [laughs]
I am a delusioned angel
I am a fantasy parade.
I want you to know what I think.
Don't want you to guess anymore.
You have no idea where I came from.
We have no idea where we're going.
Launched in life.
Like branches in the river.
Flowing downstream.
Caught in the current.
I'll carry you. You'll carry me.
That's how it could be.
Don't you know me [poet hands poem back]
Don't you know me by now.

Selene: [taking poem] Great. Thanks.
Jesse: Thanks, man [they both reach for coinage to give to the Poet] Uh, Here
you go, uh.
Poet: Thanks, thank you.
Selene: Here, thank you.
Poet: Thank you.
Jesse: Yeah, good luck, man.
Poet: Bye.
Jesse/Selene: Bye.
[Selene and Jesse walk away]
Selene: That's wonderful, no?
Jesse: Yeah, yeah.
Selene: What?
Jesse: You know he probably didn't just write that. I mean, you know he wrote
it, but he probably just plugs that word in, y'know, whatever 'milkshake'...
Selene: What do you mean?
Jesse: Nothing, I love it, it was great.