Our Man in Europe...The Walls of Jericho.
dedicato. Golder Meir.
DISTILLATION of TIME, Old Man-s BAR, Nothing, much DOING, Old Man-s Crew, Old Tunes jukebox playing, nobody STIRS except someone-s HOUND at a Wolfhound-s howl at a packet of Peanuts! \There-s Ya Mojo Babee, SOMEHOW... IT IS. Dogs in the hall.
LONG LOST HEARTS IN AN OLD MAN-S bar IN FRANCE, u.k., OR usa, ITALEE-AH! Old Man-s STAR, Old Man-s NEON, flickered!! Into a Universe of FORGOTTEN. Ladies in our Dreams! War-Veterans clinging. Dead Comrades!
Farewell MADNESS, Ariverderci Napoli, Bonjour Treistesse, GOODBYE to all THAT from your Comfort Zone-s Tapestries of yore, dis-integrate, history-revised and STATUES destroyed, invisibly, from UN-recorded Jericho Walls.///A BLM for the Illiterate! The Walls of Jericho. And a distillation of History, And that THINGY.... Time. TIME.
WHO reads a BOOK! Who counts a Dime! Do you FEAR Tomorrow! As for Caesar-s Tribute!
And a distillation of TIME, a cauldron-emancipated, swallows our Mortal Rental.
c.2020. dave delacroix.
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