Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix....The Pranzo Posts, 1 to 3.
*dedicato Sarah B. Solo in Tennessee, USA.
1....NO Innuendo.
NO INNUENDO under Albani Botteglia, Bottle trees. NO Innuendo on a grassy lea. No innuendo, NOTTE, sights and Sciacca-Sicily sounds. No innuendo, the LOVE we have found.
No innuendo, frolic on a beach, a swim, a KISS, where Lovers meet...
No innuendo in a sad Goodbye, no need to EVER wonder why...
NO INNUENDO in a photograph, that joyful SELFIE, it never lasts! No innuendo in a FURNACE, love-s despairing Night! No innuendo, Bela, arrivederci Innuendo.
2....JIM MORRISON-s last Song.
THE KILLER AWOKE before dawn! He CHECKED his Cellphone!
Message. from DAD. He responded, LEND ME SOME MONEY!!!
Message. from Madre, he replied, LEND ME SOME DOLLARS!!!
And THEN, the KILLER...Jim...who had found a REAL Job in a Rock Band...
PUT HIS NIKE'S ON!!!!….An he WALKED on down dah HALL! YEAH!
He walked on down the Hall, found the BATHROOM...All Clear.
This....THE END.
3.....Empty Rooms....A Song.
Never hit the Dartboard....never made a Score.
And don-t it SEEM like...something U seen before,
or maybe FELT...but there-s always more!
A Girl she stands ALONE...waitin for the Midnight train.
Don-t U know-it never worked out! -so
she-s going Home again. And don-t it SEEM like
SOME DEJA VU
with your every Throw-Away! With your every pair
of Old Shoes!
One of these Days...I will show YOU your Life.
Trapped in an Old Man-s face
or Imprisoned like a...BATTERED WIFE!
There-s no great DOOM...there-s no great Tale.
Just days of empty rooms...Just days of empty rooms.....
c2018,davedelacroix. 3 Pranzo Canzone, BAR ODEON, Sciacca, Sicily, 2018, October.
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