Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix "The GUILTY."
The Guilty? For transporting a GUITAR across State Lines for Immoral purposes?... SO has Internet Technology got in the way of my relationship with my Penis, like TUNING a SITAR with a hangover, a LATIN-PHONETIC, Midnight Omelette:
"Caesar adarat forte. BRUTUS adsum jam. Ceasar sic in omnibus. BRUTUS sic intram.?"
(Hoping U Geddit?)
It's not that I can't PUKE; it's that I don't want to? For YOU? And is that Guilt?
DO we have to be OLD work-folk English or IRISH being beaten, guilty of Life's promise, both trod upon on the road to PALESTINE; our Belles- Mothers milk, sustaining us in our decided entity of enmity, a conflict, a sinew, and so that WARS, which assails the Provincial mind; confounding Youth, and its joyful conclusion? (Stay with me?) The Guilty? Who? Anybody DEAD?
RING DOWN ME BOYS...I've no Grudge to bear. Ol' Murhyr has a Bar. SO does Llewellyn. Either place, Guinness is good and the price can be negotiated? The merchants U deal with; and so U begin? (I'm turnin' Japanese?) Sweet Hannah? Marry the kid wearing my Fedora? I SWEAR I'll love U true?
Lost loves. Guilt. Lost Loves?
The Guilty, bein' beaten, UN-swerved, UN-tailored, in a fashion-house of Soul? Guilty of BEING there, a vacuum of nothingness, a new apartment without familiar things; sofa, mirror on the wail,, cups and saucers, a frying pan? What price a picture of Ned Ludd or Bobby Sands; an Icon above the gas fire?
"To tell me, me MA, mah kids; tell em' who we AM? "And what squiggles in the bubbles of your sunset-intentions? Yours? MINE?", the ol' Grandma Sez:"The Guilty", the Noble, the Situation. And the SUNSHINE in the broken skylight; which sometimes, comes through?
c2017davedelacroic,lord borgo esq,,sciacca,sicily.a refugeee........
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