Our Man in Europe/ dave delacroix/ ."LORD JIM!"
(dedicato, Joseph Conrad.)
After the STORM when U got Home, the HOUSE, uncannily, still had a ROOF, windows, a front DOOR, a PIECE of YOU. Just you.
Miraculous. Reported THUS in the Penile Press. That flock of Geese, SWARM of Snakes, MURDER of Crows, SCHOOL - if ANY? - of landlubber WHALES, all, ALL had been slaughtered; MOM and the Kids had long since abandoned?
After the Storm, hoist down the Jon B. Sloop Sail. A Lee wind to INNER paradise, swirls, neck kisses with false Promises....like Infidelity? And WHO sings SIN, cast the first Stone or break your BONES whilst a Sail, a SPINNAKER, a high wind to Jamaica, an envisioned Symphony of how LIFE could BE on the High Seas, and that UN-utter able, that Undecipherable dynamic, second-guess-folly of SONG, never to let U rest in peace...when U got home? Oh Yes! U GET to GO HOME.
After the Storm only the inner PROOF of a desire for a SECOND YOUTH, undermines and WILL beckon your travels!?
After the Storm when U got Home.. The House, the HOME, Uncannily, still had a ROOF, a SMELL, a VISION, untoward? Children laughed, cried, U dried their noses! Kisses were dispensed? A Souvenir HERE, a Souvenir THERE, a treat of kisses and the GHOST of YOUR funnel web infinity? A DOOR, some Windows. A ROOF.
It's SAID that Beachcombers saunter, shoreline. Like Parasites. Looking for a Clue....in their sad Eternity?
YO!!! It's NOT for ME to second Guess. LORD KNOWS!? My HOME is in the Nature of my Searching?.... that horizon of Killers and Saviours of Ideas? SO!!! Hoist up the John B. Sails, Meboys! See how the main Sail sails....!?
c2018/davedelacroix/ourmanineurope/sciacca/sicily.
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