Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Travelin' Man."
(dedicato: Jason Ecklund)
FREEZE your thought, then let it burn under a flame? Absolutely, no pain? Imagination has no right or wrong; no dread, no fear of pain.
SINK below waves. Then fuck your partner! A sterile Man. And bubble in your You!
WHERE do you go, road upon road, lane, crescent, by-way? Live or die. A premonition of repetition?
DON'T tell me your secrets. Secrets are ALL; less Empires fall. As after, and so: Guitar in hand, like Me, just a travelin' man.
c 2016/davedelacroix/Marina di Modica-Sicily.
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