Le chanson Un Fan. Il canzone della Fan. The Song of the Fan.
Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix..... The Song of the Fan.
*dedicato, Isabel.
Le chanson Un FAN, Il fan della Canzone, a song of a FAN, whirring, cooling, August humidity, repressed Sexuality, the chance of outbreaks of frantic masturbation or running for Political Office, either which way but lose somehow claws Heart Strings, tuned, Un-tuned, Django Reinhardt or your very own Granny wailing on a Ukulele! Its the STUFF of Shakespeare, a Heralds RING.
in a WHIRRR of a Fan, U sing; my love has gone away.
How many Cell-phones to Cairo! How many Candles to Babylon! /Half a dozen if U buy from Ahmed. In Sha Allah. Get U there and almost back again! And Whistling DIXIE may not save U but it might past the time, otherwise, Camel fornication, beast becomes Man, U sit on a track encompassed by an eternal horizon and wonder just what crappola U just stepped into...humming, My love has gone away.
How many lights IN Paris, the City of Lights, sister-sewers, Montparnesse, buried/annex Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleur de Mal that UN-envelopes within your Inner ….Conscious....Marionette Graffiti....
YO! Got Photos! U! Yes U, spraying Sewer walls!.... Love da Bandana! Then scamper for the Rue de Madeleine, a Pastiche at Café de la Paix….I hope some one else is paying for the bill; my love has gone away!
The Song of the Fan, le Chanson Immortal. LE GROUP, mostly dead or rotting in Provence. Ous sans les neige, dantan… The Fan of our Spring blew us to the four Winter winds!....
c2018,davedelacroix,sciacca,sicily,augusto.
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