Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "On-Line."
On-line, wishing, crying, dying...in that Cyber-space SOUP, under a canopy of anonymity, feeling MORE in control than just walking down the street, a feat, for the intellectually stymied; like a puppy wagging its tail in an empty room?
On-line, a Face-less book, pouring out your significant misdemeanours, a'la confessional, where Truth is a limitation, a song UP- ended, entailing NO absolution, NO harmony, thus ill-qualified to pursue a sincere symphony?
On-line, jazzing, blues and highs and lows that bemoan corrugated intentions, a solo, a sad duet, an empty trio and/or a tragic quartet that CHOIRS into an eternity...like a Tomorrow, never to be understood... nor met?
On-line, wishing, crying, dying...in that Cyber-space Soup under a canopy of anonymity, feeling MORE in control than just walking down the street, like a puppy, wagging its tail in an empty room which then - suddenly? - YELPS!!!
c2017,davedelacroix,lord borgo, san marco beach, sciacca,sicily.
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