Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "THE SWAN."
(dedicato: Geena. With love.)
SWANS don't YAK, they glide and kill U with a SWOT of the neck, like a knife!
U SQUAWK? THEY scream...!
Some-one's dead, some die; the others, left on the other side: There's that.
Kiss-Gone! Piss-Memory! Piss-U! A kissed lonely fool. What's WHAT? What IS? -Just the sound of a Swan: "HIZZZZZ!!!!" -Just a sound. A Swan. Swans don't YAK, they glide...and kill U with a swot of the Neck, like a knife.
U SQUAWK? Swans Hizzzz!!!...THEY ska-reem! (SKA-REAM!!!). Some-one's dead. Some die. The others, left on the other side; And U? There's that.
c 2015/dave delacroix/modfica-sicily.
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