Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix..... Roe in da Salmon...BAD PROSE for a FILM NOIR.
Can a NEW York City SNOB, out-SNOB the U.K. LONDON Snob. Saville Roe, ASCOT Tie.
A Long Island Regatta, not HENLEY!...can out-DO!
Can the BOIS du Bologne OUT-DO, Hyde Park,... or for that matter, St James OR Regents Park enhance a Spring-Sunday Carriage ride, Strawberries and Cream, a gay Aree...Cheltenham Spa where hotels abound and IN-SITU the high-born love to fornicate. Mostly, Sundays No Suicide Reservations-PUR-LEEZE, but maybe...in Long Island, more space, a dweam!
Can a midnight stretch-MALIBU, California BUS get U to Point Dume. Point Pleasant. Cross-Keys. CRUISIN. Some Party Favours Limousine!
A NON-PAPARAZZI Blonde in Print dress, devil-may-care SWISH-hair. A Silk scarf she will never wear again. Hand going up her thigh. Split Bollinger bubbly. Cocaine, maybe not NOW...too many Ascots...gone Pacific Coast Highway. But back THEN a Snob, UN-fornicated, spread-eagled, wishing for a STEVE McQUEEN... to pounce her bones in Paradise Cove.
Always the SPECTRE, that VICTORY, that inner-Kiss. That THING, that UTERO, that GIG
which Euro-Aristos or Hollywood GRIZZLIES would talon from your groin, the Roe in the Salmon, WRENCHED from your Body, leaving your Spirit in despair.
Apperitivo Bela. Entrata. Bonguigno Senore! A Quixote dynamic, prevalent. See how the World smiles... Tilt at Windmills... or enjoy your Icarian steep, clean dive!
c2019, davedelacroix.
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