Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/LORD BORGO/ "The TERROR dat we know..."
WHY ask? Why do? Why think? -The streets ya walk are filled with strife!
Why kiss? Why Love? And WHY do I cup your breast in my hand? -A sinew of forgetting?
Why PULSE, why heartbeat, why fuck? -Joy's grape-ejaculates! a residual of a beginning
where sounds, music, groans and chants come before the words:
"I LOVE U!
....and all the terror dat we know.
Love? Peace? Where does it begin? THIS SIDE OF MAYBE!? (So shoot me-ah! An adopted Child, a new-born Saint or a REAL WILD CHILD; go tell? Why ask? Why do? It butterflies in your pedestrian room! And still? Why kiss? Why Love, if all the getting is the getting of lust? Why PULSE? Why heartbeat? Why fuck? -Joy's grape ejaculates; that "dang" eternal residual of a beginning..where sounds, MUSIC, groans and chants, come before the words: "I LOVE U!":
....and all the terror dat we know.
c. davedelacroix/lord borgo/our man in europe/Venizia-Italia
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