Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, The Flame

Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix, The Flame.

*dedicato. Bella Caroline.


Just WHO will UN twine like WOODY Guthrie or BOB Dylan in Words or Song for ME on this dampen, chilled Sicilian day...YOU, Girl, with your Intelligence, GUILE, sublimity stacked against this SAD SAP U see, ME, not DEAD just a Dude, an amalgam, a combo of WORDS, an Inexplicable, some Consonants, Nuances, a BREEZE a Suggestion, a living inverted Self interrogation of a blind man-s SEE-ing EYE in Ulterior BURSTING!!! Staining your blouse! Also known as a FUCK UP! ....We could GO ON...a Concept, Bacon and Eggs! Never mind the illusive Song, Woody or Bob, our Pagan desires or  the WOAD in our longing, the Blue that extinguishes our flame in the face of global Pax USA/China Pax Romano, Pax, Pax Pax! That enforced PEACE thingy awaiting the devil, the Pied Piper, with a kiss, a song, to keep Love. Love amongst the HOARDS!!!
We paid the Rent.
Yup.
We paid the Utilities. Water. Electric.
Yup.
Russian Gas.
Yup.
Just WHO will UN twine! Woody! Bob!  Just WHO! Bloody Shakespeare!!! HAFIZ!!!!   Where for art thou....Hafiz, who knew the value....Do not play with a Tigers cubs nor destroy a Woman-s illusions...and do your best to pay the Rent!.... Sometime I DO despair.

And SO my Lady says to ME, Oh, David, Machiavellian as I may be, sometimes I YAWN when you speak, but, meantime, hand me my glass of wine, it-s dark in here.. turn up the flame!


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