Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... The ONLY.
dedicato. Marc Pierson.
...Only foreskins wiggle in the fallin rain, only VIRGINS-clitori wag their tongues AT young Bucks. Nuttin better to do in dat Sancti-Bordello of You, Me, U, where we stew, under the....
Only Clowns smile, rip your GUILE that smear LIPSTICK, that ONE-STOP beguile-a FEDORA, knighthood, a Film-Noir, a Murder, Lord Lucan, an alibhi...and dat get-out-clause...of Love.
ONLY the Song U wrote, a Piano, a Soul, a Note! Only a heart-string, a KILLER, U thought...would never come back again like a distant smile, a midnight train from L.A. to San Bernadino!
Only THAT under a Pacific sky, a GUILTY SIGH that we share in our sorrow. A Body. A dead Love. And whilst only foreskins dance in the rain. The rest write a Song. The ONLY.
c2019. davedelacroix. July. Cornwall. U.K.
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