Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Where In this World..."
...Met Francesca, just met Giada, just met Illia, too? We goofed around, taking "Selfie's" on the beach and later, "apres h'ordeoaves, altogether, came around? All our Yesterdays, all our Tomorrows, in OUR collective Present, on a Vino, Beer, Whisky soaked "tavola"(wobbly table) our collective "Publicita" came to rest? -WE were ALL somehow "Broken" in the brittle-porcelain of sand, beach and sea? (Adjectives despair?) And the UN-knowing superficially bound us into "Open Space"; that "Dingsta" we call a vacation?...And "Yakked" into the night, not necessarily connecting?
But NOT to despair, the morrow: Bikini City; "Girls just wanna have fun"? Bronze Rock Stars, like Piranha's, swarmed like Piranhas? Throw 'em a slice of Pizza, they'd - almost? - swim the other way? And the 3 Bikini Musketini, Vagina intacto, probably wouldn't lament - as long as Mai Tai's were paid for? - pliant, bent, sexual reflex: is there any other way; hard-wired, bonding: more "Mai-tai's? -could they WANT it any other way? That OTHER way; which Way?
Bikini Gal, Bronze STUD at her side? But does he have Credit Cards, a Cell-phone with MAX APPS; or for THAT matter, a Hotel Suite, a Classix Chevrolet; is he OLD MONEY, in Business, or just some Gigolo bumming this Costa Rica beach?...And so (YO!) SHOULD wonder a Mid-West gal?...
It's the twilight of Hotel "Happy Hour"; everyone - odd? - dressed in flannel-whites; my reservation, my "solo tavolo", crowded with these Gals who I grooved with the day before, disdainfully scrutinized, from a table-afar by those Bronze Athletes who distant, furtive, re-swallow the venom of their insidious design and plight?
Francesca burst out: "AM I MAKING SENSE!?"
The Crew, my Table, dissolve into laughter...?
Yet, it is STILL sobering, amongst this throng, that I alone know the answer?
c2017,davedelacroix,lord borgo, our man in europe.
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