Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Italiano Cuckoo!"
(Over heard CORSO-Cafe conversation/Story of a Date gon' South/Psycho inflections expanded!.....USE YOUR NOGGIN!!!:)
....Italiano Cuckoo...
"I AM da BITCH, da TITS, mascara, blinking eye-lashes, smeared LANVIN Number: FUCK U! SECOND face-lift -COUGAR, who will - full dentures! - nibble, gently, then bite off your foreskin - or Jewish Tipperary - on a Saturday night! A Latino Cuckoo...to fuck U RIGHT. A Satin Doll (Benvenuto!). And YOU are in my coils.... Alright?"
I am THE LINGUIST (talk yourself to death!) No body's Child? U are NOT "forgeddabout-it", but come into my Nest. I... I am THE PHOENIX. Rise, "Sweet-thang" above the flames! No cigarettes. No Lentils. Just Cocaine; TRY to keep your INNER-Bitch insane!
...THEN we said, "No-way, goodbye!" -blew kisses (thought of my DOG at home?) FACEBOOK. The CAR you didn't have...to chariot me home, casa-vecchio?
...I ran OUT of dolce...in the Notte vita, babe! My GIG starts Monday. Don't hold your breath, but by degrees, college; and by degrees. Somewhere, across the sea...?
Hey! Pretty Lady!
I know U.
On your WAY to your job
at the Strip Club?
Hey! Pretty Lady!
Do I KNOW U?
Whoops! -my Sister!
And, hey! Pretty girl;
will U take me away
on Sunday?
Hey! Pretty Girl,
no time for Man or Beast,
DEVOUT or virgin
to be a mountain
no-man will ever meet?
Hey! Pretty Lady!
U TALK too much.
Senorina! ZIPPO!
But know I wish U well?
Hey! Pretty Bella-donna;
captured, en-raptured,
a double helix of Song
whilst all other pretty ladies
sing in harmony,
perhaps for me?
TWILIGHT DUNK
for the Lovers of the Free?
HE didn't get LAID
and SHE
still doesn't feel free;
in the twilight swamp of
"Sex? Maybe, NO?"
"Drive! Baby! Drive!"
-but there's no-one home."
Twilight Dunk
grey, misty morn.
Barren womb.
Barren spawn....
WOT'S YOUR JOB...
IF DA GAL'S
GOT A DOG!?
WOT'S YOUR JOB
IF DA GAL'S
GOT A DOG!?...
c 2015/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO Esq. Modica-South of Napoli....:)
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