Our Man in Europe/dave the rave/here comes JOHNNY LOVE MUSCLE/part 6: "APOPLECTIC NOW!"
(Rilke/Morrison) "Who, in the order of angels, can hear me now?..."/"This is the End, my only friend, the End."
(Caribineri/police report:)
... "The Gal ran half naked up the Via Campagnia, collapsed in the Piazza Cavalli, apparently had an ORGASM - or went into some sexual fever - then frothed at the mouth... We suspect Cocaine."
The MAYOR/Burgomaster/SINDACO, along with Carabineri Chief of Police, some guy from ITALIAN "Secret Service" (the guy, when speaking, absolutely does NOT gesticulate!)... Anyhow, the MAYOR, who is the SECOND last person in town to hear of this event has ME summonsed; Lord Borgo. Problemo in my jurisdiction...!
"Dave?" he said. "It's quite clear something is amiss..."
"Yes Sir." I said. "Si, Signori" -eyeing the Italian Secret Service guy. (he's a dead-ringer for Harrison Ford or Samuel S Jackson in a kilt!?)
The MAYOR continues: "This Gal, obviously, is a "miss-fit", intent on /AND ruining the Piacenza TOURIST TRADE upon which this city relies and WITHOUT any concern for the timid populace who, even as we speak, are in such a state of "dismay"; they cannot choose between prosciutto or salami!?... She is CLEARLY operating outside of the LAW under NO authorized supervision and OUT OF CONTROL!"
(Everyone takes off their Ear-muffs and there's an intense silence in the Mayor's office)
I clear my tonsils: "Clearly, Sir. Out of control"; says I: "Undoubtedly!"
"WE," the Mayor explains, "order you to go "Up-River", find out what you can, LOCATE "said Miscreant" and "Terminate" her "situ"!"
"Terminate, Sir?" I ask, re-arranging my ear-muffs.
"Yes. Terminate." affirms the Mayor. "Terminate with COMPLETE INDIFFERENCE..."
"COMPLETE indifference?" says I, just to be sure....?
Ear-muff-snug.
"Categorically...", whispers the Mayor....!
(Rilke/Morrison) "Who, if I cried out, in the Order of the Angels/fricks with wings/would hear me now?/"this is the End, my one and only friend, the End; I'll never look into your eyes, again...?"
...As LORD BORGO; essentially, the Prince of my "locale", it was clear - certainly from the Mayor's point of view - that I had a DUTY to perform/I was obligated...
The GAL - in question - once again ran up the Via Campagnia, THIS time, completely "starkus", did a little dance, then collapsed, had a TRIPLE ORGASM , then proceeded to froth at the mouth - shocking ALL standby-bystanders and, later, everyone on the Inter-net!
As LORD BORGO? -I had to respond.
€2.00 -potatoes.
€1.50 -Spanish beans.
€3.50 -Frozen Alaskan Cod.
€1.72 -San Mattino Vino Bianco
€5.12 -12 pack, WUHRER beer.
€5.40 -Pueblo tobacco.
.......... I picked up this crazy GAL in my arms and carried her away from the madding crowd. My destiny, pre-ordained, was clear?...
WE now live in an AIRSTREAM trailer in the great State of Missouri, near Kansas, and are thinking of not ONLY raising/breeding GOATS, but teaching them the eloquence of the English language....after, of course, they have accomplished Italian.
2013/davedelacroix/lord borgo/piacenza/italia...:)
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