FOOLS CAP (paper)
Our Man in Europe. Piacenza.
"Montepulciano" just might be a good wine...and "Palla" cheese, cheap at the price, may some day become more renown than a Camamenbert or Stilton.
The eyes of She, "your" unrequited love, DO infact suggest this. Her eyes are quite blank. They await your , not RE, but your "cognition".
Meantime? You - forget the bread or crackers - bite on the cheese. Savor the Montepulciano.
But Earth's Nature is in-different. Bees buzz, snow falls, birds in the sky, killing, eating, breeding, & migrating; death.
WHAT YOU IS may be a prison or Hell; and Death - our common goal - may be sweet...
Some Cat in Denver, Colorado; accomplished in his Art deceided: "Amah gonna be-ah Sommen-buelist!"
(I was not supportive)
...flying South for the Winter?
Wearing, proudly, a Fool's Cap?....
..that picnic basket for the long journey...where-in you paw only the outter skin of your soul.
(I really hate to quote those street thug-scum/now rich fucks...in Guns n' Roses; but? "Where do we go now?..."
c 2012/davedelacroisx/lord borgo/shoot me or send food coupons/I will always love you in Chicago/get me a dental plan
