Our Man in Europe/Here comes Johnny Love Muscle/Chapter 2: "3 SONG Night.

Our Man in Europe/dave the dave/LORD BORGO esq./Here comes Johnny Love Muscle: Chapt. 2:  "3 SONG NITE."

...Chapter 2: "3 SONG nite".

1) SHERMAN OAKS

Now? When I was a boy, happy amongst the boulevards, content in mirth; Tacos, Burritoes, Salsa/weekly clean-under-shorts, Los Angeles Soul, by the river, the Canal, did I know where to go?

Now? When I went to Griffith Park, Juanitta saw stars! (School trip) We dream't of Ventura, Malibu; some prick said: "I saw Nick Nolte on Melrose!"  We beat him to shit!

When I fell in love with Tonya - in a place called Woodland Hills -  I changed my name to Sherman (Oaks) and polished my Surfboard.

Now?... When some "homie-daddy-O" sez, "Dave? U got wheels?" -I respond (sans handgun): "Relax, Amigo":- alas? -and NOT till then, nor fife & drum!

Now? (Ahah!) When I was a boy, happy amonsgt the boulevards, content in mirth; Tacos, Burritoes, Salsa/weekly clean under shorts-Los Angeles Soul:
by the river, the Canal, did I know
where to go?


2) ARMAND DE ST. JEAN (apres un chancon et EDIFF PIAFF)

Predictaby? The Gypsy lady steals your Soul. Your lost wallet is a foregone conclusion.

You look like a fool with your head buried in her skirts!? That she OWNS your mind!? -is "ditto". There's no helping you.

(Moment. I'm trying to roll a cigarrette)


3)  "NO FUNNY!"

I have Noooo funny in me. Middle of the nite. I eat RAW BREAD. U painted your "pasties" orange-lipstick-bulls-eye/left pink nipple & more raw.
My toes? They go: Claw-claw-claw...in ecstacy
whilst minds soar.

I have Noooo funny in me this Friday/Saturday morning. (If it's good? Don't define it!) The cariacature of our lives, evil sculptured, church steeple-"ad infinitum", sins our eternity (U think?) Consequences are an after-thought; and "GRAZIE DIO!" -we fornicate.

I have Nooooo funny in me, now that Love is won, or love is lost. A Roncevale/Alamo (my friends passed on) at such a cost; who counts? (No-one; certainly, in Las Vegas).

U leave the room. The blinds are drawn. How do U think? How do U stink? -here, on Desolation Row?



c 2012. davedelacroix/lord borgo/Nov./On a lighter note? Miss FIFI from Albani came by and rearranged my furniture....:)