Our Man n Europe, Dave Delacroix, "Song of Songs."
(dedicato" Elissa Guffs & Isabel Pessoa.)
Spontaneity in the GLASS of IA today, pretty much IMPOSSIBLE like WHACKING OFF or convincing MUSLIMS or Catholics to dump their Brain-washing Childhood? WotchagonnDO? Or wrestle supposedly "democratically" elected Politicos to the ground? The nagging Wife, the lads at the Bar, the raucous UN-informed, mostly ignorant Piazza-crowd? TITS, butts & IDEALS in that order to shuffle long, maybe a POET in-train, some Rabbi-Priest cameo; an evening, a Film Festival, a spontaneity in a Glass, a looking-glass, unique, to squeeze the marrow from the bone of your RE-past to enjoin your Timeline, hugs & kisses; do U remember that spontaneity in the glass that connected, U TOO, with Granny-Grandma-Grandpa ancestors no-more? HORRORS, or deep Love; A misty Court of Hamlet's Elsinore? Bad or Good-YOWSA!!! Spontaneity in a LOOKING GLASS; your Song, never forgot, your Song of Songs for evermore, 1,000 devils to, alas, with acute envy, jealousy, perhaps HOLLYWOOD GREED & rabid yearning: A Tune EVOLVES! Your Song of Songs STILL belongs to U. A Spontaneity in a GLASS, a mirror NO-ONE cannot smash... and IN Life's battles I TOO wear that wear thar Sash.
c.dave delacroix..
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