Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/LORD BORGO/ "IN the STUDIO."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/LORD BORGO/ "IN the Studio."


1) The Cleaner.


Dead, DEATH, amongst Strangers, amongst "Cleaners", more than SUICIDE; a Guillotine, inverted--scream, to a "murmur", maybe a dispensation: A  "Diabolique".  DEAD BODY ON CAMPUS. And Notice? YO! Dead Man, dead stuff. a rotting,  an UN-toward Stranger; a  song of  the Doomed or  "roughage" in our mist? -GET SOME DISINFECTANT!!!!|

-Who writes this stuff? JANITORS? (Who had the HEART to write:) "Men of the Sea? Shipwrecked Souls, that's bodies are Ideas, torn and wracked, awash, incomprehensible, washed up to tickle your  Student-Tourist feet? A Mop and bucket; barnacle souvenir! Bar of SOAP! AWASH me' Hearties!" ...Poets, every one? MORE DISINFECTANT! And Kiss me, I'm Irish? Floral Airspray?

Dead, DEATH, amongst YOU, mirrored, tied to you PINKIE, your inverted Progressive? -EVERYONE KNOWS DEAD GUY! Didn't he masturbate, Naked, as WITNESSED on the Avenue; U, "Jacking Off! -like a Clown? (Now legend has it?) as witnessed by Miss Clone, driving on her way to "Baptists Reunited"?
We cannot reconcile ANYTHING!  But in our eyes; a semblance, a fashion-glint-SUCCUBUS, a POWER to break through that window of SOUL; momentarily, to Strangers, alive or dead, but a FLASH of our Virginity? Do we "Dine & Dash!" or Pay the bill?

Janitor-Jack-Off-Man, a Dude; maybe here in Colorado, he  hung out with KEROUAC?...And just WHO doesn't caresses her Vulva? What does your Penis do on a lazy, Sunday afternoon? -Swabbing the decks of your Eternity? Or mopping the over-polished floors of the College halls?

Dead, DEATH, and those DAMN flowers, courtesy of someone Else's THOUGHTS; lipstick-imprint: "How much?" (JO GREEN!?) -Just who WERE your loves?  Guiseppi Verdi? Becky Smarts, or MY Ass,  carousing? "My Belle, my love, My Gal."and,  "Leave her to Heaven?" -I always heard him humming?
On the Neap tide, I ventured to say: "Arrivederci, Mon Brave"? -the kind of Idyocyncractic Epistle; like DEAD and  DEATH, amongst Strangers, unknowing, a "diabloque";  in that lone,  black hole of Life.

OH! Son of a Gun had some savings: donated: enlarged School Library!.....:)


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 2) "Ol' GATSBY!


The BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE at the table, with the candle-thingy, shared an Auto-mini, 5-Seat, -cushion-divan, en Suite. Everyone wore robes, elegant/Persian which, somehow, trailed, and got in the way of closing or opening  doors? The BEAUTIFUL people didn't say "Hello" at the table or during their visit to where-ever we were AT: They didn't say: "LAST TYCOON", or SWEAR they'd ever been to Hollywood; disconsolate. Beautiful, as  in the flash of an eye like a  Cultural Witticism. Just like A SKIN. Which was how they blinked? Collectively.
I was thinking of sharpening my Flick-Razor: "Ol' Gatsby!", But then
YOUR intrusion explained a metaphor. One I'd been looking for ALL my life? "SWISH, BIZZ-WAH!"
Lesser mortals would have said: "Hokey-Dokey!" Anyhow; someone ordered more Cocktails.


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3) Pirates Cove.


There's NO Daphne Du Maurier, no Pirates Cove or Roundheads/Cavaliers, crossing swords in twisted fate or UN-towards love? It's just U in a World of ENGLISH conflict - put your Knickers back on! - and THAT I'll always want to protect? Like STUPID! Like  LOYAL! Like SENTIMENTAL? The songs of our Tribes. Our yearning. The Love INSIDE, inside.




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