Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "We tripped the light fandango..."
(dedicato: Carole Striker)
We tripped the light fandango; I mopped the floor? Some Idiot did cart-wheels; tables toppled? And a bunch of 2nd-hand Virgins cried out for more? (Who'd a guessed!?) I was feelin' kind'a sea-sick, but da Gal, slinky, wearing next year's Boa-wrap (da loneliest Gal in town) would later masturbate in her tourist hotel room, thinking: "The Sun also rises," and "what might have been?"
Mr Disco? He got ejected to Sunset Boulevard and the "House" band - always ambivalent - had packed up their gear before they even started their FIRST - of three - sets , neatly timed, before the Karaoke-Madonnas could whisper/Sultry: "Thank U very much; I'm Stevie Nicks..."
HEY! No good deed goes unpunished, ask anyone?
Meantime, Lucy? Lucy, up to her voluptuous thighs - I liberated! - in kitchen trash, dirty dishes, now that the dance floor: deserted?...
Lucy and Me - sans music! - Lucy and Me: We tripped the Light Fandango! And the non-existent Crowd?... They CRIED OUT (fill in this blank)....:.................:)
c2016/dave - Lord Borgo - delacroix, Ragussa, Sicily...:)
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