Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... A Canterbury Tale.
dedicato. William Houston.
A Canterbury Tale.
A Canterbury DRUNK.
PILGRIMS!
A Canterbury Assassin,
Becket's head on a roll in the
Cathedral Nave,
bloodied by King Henry...
A Canterbury Tale
a Pilgrim, a sojourn,
our FEET, weary,
we need to wash them!
BISHOPS scurry,
Powell-Pressburger,
film-crews, b+W movies
Usurp History!
A Canterbury Tale
in ALL its Comedic-Gypsum
that crumbles in my
imagination
with Songs for Ever-more!
And a CHANT,
the KIDS, da Monks
who witnessed
or recount, this Insanity,
CHOIR long ago, NOW sing
a Song heard in a Tavern
or your FIRST kiss....remembered!
HERALDS!
Don't ASK! DONT TELL! A
Canterbury Tale.
Meanwhile, Chaucer-s HOLLYWOOD MONKS scurry, East and West
Come blow your Boog-a-loo!!!
Do YOU have a STORY
What IS your TRADE,
Scriveners decipher UN-destiny,
as U tread into Tomorrow.
NO SMOKING, by-the Way. DRUNK,
DRUGS a NO-NO!
That-s no Way
to tell a Canterbury Tale!.... So say. Anno domini, etc.,
falling smashed!!!
c2019, davedelacroix. vicola la marca, Sciacca, sicily.
look for the FISH in the SKY, in Flamborough Head, a village IN-land from the SEA.
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