Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Da Kick-Boxer!"
(dedicato: Roberto Gonzales)
... GAL NAMED "Meee-Lie", some VIET "wash-out", on a Saturday night, downtown-Bangkok, homeless, stinking of Rice-wine (kind'a Apricot?) and yakking a "Ya!-Ya!-Ya! MEE-HOW FUCKER!?" dialogue, FALLS (literally) into the Kick-Boxer's loving, steel grip, like a SLO-MO ballet; bianco/nero: Nobody gets any prizes? Nobody SHOULD. Just an embrace from a trained killer for a Porcelain Doll, a spiritual inter-twine thats' evanessence somehow elevates... into the sky providing WE mere Mortals with an unforgettable sunset; some way, some how?
And WOE to the CYNIC who fails in his/her respect?
K-B. Boy's left foot...just TWITCHED!
c2017/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO, Sciacca, siciliano-boogie! (Spellcheck on furlough)
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