Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "UNDER the Afternoon."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "UNDER the Afternoon."


Under the Afternoon, post Mezzo-mangiari (lunch?), Vino-bichiarri, a tavola, SATED, but not UNDER the table? -I dream of U?... The Mistral wind; a Song carrying an Encyclopedic Thought, a Sync-starlight in Mind's Eye! No anesthetic! But radiating the moment; under the Afternoon?

Under the Afternoon the Kids SWARM twix Cafe tables, Moms & Dads, under a breeze, a ripple, the swimming pool (Splish-splash! I waz takin' a bath!), applied, chorale, like a luxuriant cream? The Muscular? The Feminine curves, or the Pale at heart, looking for that Get-out; a mild Insanity, that FEVER from under the Afternoon?

Under the Afternoon, a Whispers encourages, like a rumour, an indiscretion, like swallows that swarm then to disappear, leaving the Desperate, the living, to recall the Olives tasted, before the titled platter?

There no GUILT. There's no after-taste. There's no physiological injection nor sexual insemination; only the buzz of the Bee, the kids in the swimming pool, that DANG subterranean, or ME, dat Whisky fool, and ALL of the Love we still feel, inherent, for U & U, under the Afternoon.


c2017/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/Sciacca/Sicillia.