Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Interpol.
Always tough to have 3 foreskins. Frank Zappa had 7. Jimi Hendrix, dead, doesn't yak about it. Janis Joplin, also dead, ain't showng out on Facebook. Its always HARD to be a Sex Symbol. WORST OF ALL, Exile, guaranteed Cultural Masturbation. A Life-time in ONE Bordello....Fat Margot. Tough break. Kicked out! From the CARRIBS, back to Gay PAREE....Gotta figure out her Linen. Make connections. Get her Photograph done by NADAR, NADIR, find out who cleans his House, make the connections! She can maybe make Un Franc. Don-t eat. FORAGE. Trash bins! 5 francs later she can promenade by the Gare du Lyon. A penniless, broke Grisette, newly arrived. She Pimps this Petite-Cheri. 10 Francs. Weeks pass-exponentially. And just WHY is the SALE of Woman-s Charms-Illegal, she does not question. On Sundays she goes to Confess at Pont St. Cloud where the glass-steel building of INTERPOL is now established. Bold, Righteous! Crime-busting! Inter-Connected! And in it-s shadow, adjacent, possibly, where SPOOKS fear to tread, Le Eglise Pont St. Cloud whose Patron welcomes a generous donation I-m told.
c.davedelacroix, ourmanineurope. 2020.
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