Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Any Lonesome Sunday..."
Any lonesome Sunday, Kentucky- fried - Brain, out of the Cold, inside the warmth of Love's rain? - to an atoll, a lagoon, far from the taciturn sea?
Any lonesome Sunday, Kentucky-fried-brain, where insidious ghosts have no refrain: Long shadows, old sins! - and "Yesterday", today or tomorrow; all my troubles NOW seem damn ambitious!
Any lonesome Sunday, Kentucky-fried-brain, TODAY, or not too distant; yet YOU, still hand me a Rose, thus-knowing? -where a tear falls, perhaps a rose will grow?...
c2016/davedelacroix/August/Sciacca-Sicily.
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