Our Man In Europe/dave delacroix/dave delacroix/ "When Love lies upon the Asphalt."
(dedicato: Dana Forbes)
When Love lies upon the asphalt at the Strip-Mall, a Rose will grow, twix the Pizza shop, Liquor store, Fruit & VEG Mini-Market, Chemist, in Cyber-space (Parking: no problemo!); a "Post", a "VIRAL", that utters beyond ...where your Love GROWS, dies, or is just "talked about"?
Where you Love lies BLEEDING, faithfully, traditionally, kissing its OWN "Spectre": open lips that - even now? - will succour/invitation to BIG HUGS, then kiss -like "forever" (like?) conveyed; All the time: Yet UN-fathomed: Betrayed? A very, very, close friend?
Where your Love lies NOW forever: that lonesome Island, that premature THROB, that heart-fatality - Are MEN so bold they have forgotten? - And YOU: An ACHE, listing between Darkness and its successor? And just Who's the Fox and WHO the Hounds? Who sings OUR Song!? Heavy Metal? Or Anacreon , Poet Laureate of ancient Greece?
Love lies UNDER that over-ridden FREEWAY: Cadillacs, Mercedes-Maserati or PO' Boy Porsche?
When love lies bleeding, yet leading? And the Asphalt in the Strip-mall "hums" all night long...uncannily, a Rose "may" grow...for a Boy and for a Girl........between the
Pizzeria, Liquor Store, Fruit & Veg Emporium, the Pharmacy...and the Radio-Shack Taxi Cab....to get 'em "Out O'here!"...
(Our wishes? Our wishes?)
.....And so it goes.
c2017/davedelacroix/Sherman Oaks/Los Angeles/USA..
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