OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE, dave delacroix: The Deadly Yellow Belizean Bee!

 Our Man in Europe, Belize, dave delacroix: The DEADLY Yellow Belizean Bee!

In Corozal, Belize, tropical, Palms, Sun, Sea, Ribs-Rice & Rum and the occasional Crocodile fatality, that Scorpion in your bed, or whilst garden-bathing, a swarm of Iguanas who thought U were (passed out drunk)  dead? (They start first on yr toe-nails/polite?), black flies, mosquitoes, bitchin SNAKES but watch out for the DEADLY yellow Belizean Bee! Fire Ants in the grass!? POOF. No worries. I-m COMPOSING a Three-Penny Opera bout those Yella-devils as soon as my "CLUB sized -inflamed" hand can yet wiggle a PEN? VIX chest rub seems to help the swelling and as for my MIND, Whisky & whatever comes to hand (a strangled Iguana!) does the rest!

c.2022, July. davedelacroix: "IN da swimming pool.". Carozal, Belize,

OUR MAN in EUROPE,/Belize: dave delacroix: "On the Outside."

 OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE, dave delacroix: "On the Outside."

(dedicato: Loic Valvart)

SHE DON-T like WHISKEY, she don-t like GIN she-s callin U? She don-t mess  with VODKA on a weekend spin; she just CALLS U? She don-t care bout pissing U OFF, her Maserati will take her to BE on the Outside, SMILEY! S-WHAT IS!? And she CALLS U?

She never wanted what U HAD (on the INSIDE)? Big Dicks & charm in Monte-Carlo: Passe? She-d rather SUICIDE like Princess Grace, better still, SEE the OTHER side? (U die first?) SMACK-KISSES beware the Devil U mate! Put your MONEY on Black, she places RED?...BRRRR!.. The Outside, as she swishes her skirt! (Calling U?)

And WHOM, WHO, U cry to MOMMA, burn your Tuxedo, melt INTO a Candle your worthless Credit Cards? And that ghetto sweetheart U left behind?...No Cryin in Baseball!? And KISSES are vintage Telegrams! WOTCHAGONNA-DO?

She don-t like Vermouth before 7 a.m. A carriage ride to the END OF HELL, but she-ll love U as U smile and talk to U of Debussy & Wilde? But by the Sorbonne gates,/Paris de St. Germaine, where every Poet meets his fate (Bonjour Tristesse?)  from a King to a Knave...on Lover-s Outside! Good Friends? U-ll need Em! To join the Braves who stepped before... 

c.dave delacroix. 2022. davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe/belize/dave delacroix: "S-All bout Me!?"

OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE, dave delacroix: "S-all bout Me!"

(dedicato: Marc Pierson, Poet.)

It-s ALL about ME when some "promise" took my Hymen, it-s what U believe when I rallied to a Soldier, then quelled the waters, my mind-adverse and kings, princes, courtiers, my suitors perverse who Mandolin Song, my breasts, my ankles: all about me, love-s kisses we hardly...SEX IS QUICK!...never NEW as I piloted my body for a Strangers view, a pulsing heart, a lady-s pumping ribcage of Pride and all God-s gift a GIRL propounds inside? What Boy can know a Girl-s living Suicide?

It-s all about ME, your Wife, Mistress, the bespectable Librarian or some  well-dressed (arent they always/what they got?) GAL U will see on the Boulevard? TWO abortions, a FELLINI movie, U approach? A Lady who could KARATE your whimsical-Romantica?...Better U go back to your pithy boyhood school where U learn ALL BOUT U...but NOT the tragic killer Gals u may MEET before finding a LAMIA-S hug? HA!!!...Too late!? Chauvinist attitude gets U...table at the SAVOY?...probably not. Were U forewarned? Ya Mamma should know? Class, Culture, Time after Time to wean U into dust! EGO-CENTRAL: S-all, after-all... bout Me!

S-all bout Me; maybe U TOO who sailed, dreamlike, those little toy boats, in childhood, that we ALL  launched into forever, ICONICALLY, yet never again expected to see?.....(10 following paragraphs here...available /please fill in blanks!)...:S-all bout guess U!... Tomorrow?  I get a Haircut. No worries.

c.davedelacroix, 2022, Belize.

OUR MAN in EUROPE, dave delacroix: "Les Belles-Montpelier, France."

Our GARCON in Europe, dave delacroix: "Les belles-Montpelier-France". 

Les Belles du Montpelier, my heart, mon coeur, since 1970-s have been enraptured, hypnotized by, in  my "voyage de ma vie"? And considering young male French Blades (1970-s Les nouveau garcon) it was always best to keep a LOW profile as (2022) Muslim immigrant boys & girls somehow, perhaps, try to integrate in situ IF Islam Males IN France possibly TRY? And Allah-help the Muslim Gals who EVEN try? FRANCE is FRANCE! (Last time I looked?) Glad to be aged and not some Punks idea of a Sexual/Romantic/Cultural threat?

But back THEN? (1970-s) Friday? Sat nites: Les Community, mostly LADS, MEN; place de la republic, chorusing French Patriotic anthems, ROARING to late hours?  OR/And the dawn Fish Market...UP the town-s SLOPE?...a VITE-affair, lots of jovial haggling, pre-noon, cool, aging Madames scurrying with shopping bags to their Concierge citadels/Pensions?...Leaving?...Sun-baked fish bones, cabbage leaves. Onion-scents. Their AMOUR: A recherche du temps perdu in lieu of Munchie-munchie? Who sings of old Gals sans le "Habit"? Frockless Monks who cane-tap cobbled streets and rasp-voice: "MERDE!!!"

...........BACK to my Past?...Apres du midi un faun. MOI. Dans le Restaurant. Le Banquet. A Salad to die for. Le premier Course. Le Vin!..Un cafe avec Cognac under a Summer-s canopy of expectation, of respectful introduction amidst the charm, seduction in Montpelier-s warren/old town streets; faces, LOVES that were never consumated or, again to rendezvous, a KICK which whittles away, decades later your assumed Seniority? Or hindsight? Wisdom?  Wisdom got nothing to DO with it. S-all bout TIME! Stuff past and lost. "To SHE who is to gay?" (The one that got away?)

Les Belles du Montpelier, the almost Chanson, that KISS your lips can no longer devour. The beating SUN "sur la place" drums a NEW man to its exquisite domain.  U? Your Kids? Who? What GENIUS will tear Truth from eternity-s throat? Yet Montpelier-revisited-Never replicated: U dally in a Cafe-s shade; perhaps a Poem struggles to comfort your regrets? And eyes downcast, an important Lady walks on by, a past inspiration, once your FONT of ecstacy! But WHO R U who fails to witness what lost before walks on by in Times "augen-blick", here & gone?

c.2022. dave delacroix.

OUR MAN IN CIVILIZATION/BELIZE, dave delacroix..."PUSHKIN-S KISS!"

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, dave delacroix: PUTIN-KISS/MY SOFA!...PUSHKIN-S KISS!"

THERE GOES MY Ukraine APARTMENT (Boom!), my Flat (Boom!-Missile-Swimming Pool). The DREAM KITCHEN I made for my NATASHA, my THREE KIDS Babushkas, a HOME, their HOME & JOY? That sorry-old SOFA,  my "SOFIA" on which I pontificated PEACE on EARTH like a fool? IN MARIUPOL, a DESTROYED City coming, perhaps, tomorrow TO YOU?...My Sofia, my WIFE, DEAD-SOFIA; That Peace-SOFA, my DEAD Family: ETERNAL, great or SMALL. The KREMLIN will pay, UNLIKELY, these Cultural Kremlin ROBBER-BARONS ..We know WHO U R and WE know where your BANK ACCOUNTS sleep!...Do NOT go gently into your Russki Night. PUSHKIN!!!...A Pushkin-s Kiss!..A Taxi Driver (Putin) who sacrificed...counting...25,000 brave Russian boys LIVES...and double the Boys, Women, Children...from the Ukraine.....(Happy to note PUTIN has USD 525 MILLION in his Bank Account. Obviously, being a TAXI DRIVER/SPY....it paid off!)....Yet ANOTHER IVAN, Terrible? HISTORICALLY, either...Just WHAT we gonna DO with U, Socially-Politically; leastways, STAY the FRICK out of EUROPE!!!?...Enjoy ya Borscht!...Pushkin-Putin?...REMEMBER, dont forget the QUEEN of SPADES!...U cannot Win. HISTORY, if U care, will, like HITLER puke on U. A Mother-s CURSE. And all good Men of Reason defy your Insensibilly till the End of Time. MAN will survive your Mushroom cloud!...

c.2022, dave delacroix. (I am the same AGE as PUTIN but I respect my Neighbors!)

OUR MAN in EUROPE/ BELIZE, dave delacroix: "HOW to DEPOSE a TYRANT."

 Our Man in Europe, Belize: dave delacroix; "How to depose a TYRANT."

NEVER listen to HIM. Your Ruler.

NEVER LISTEN TO HIS ENERMIES.The West/usa.

LISTEN to your FOOD BILLS.(Ching!)

IF U have FAMILY in the military, Listen to THEM....Are they Officially still alive?

FREEDOM/INTERNET; If THAT IS STOPPED, U know YOUR GOVERNMENT (Tyrant-dude) is lying.. AT LEAST, show...thru INTERNET... UKRAINE destruction/Russian Boys casualties, WOUNDED, dead? Who HIDES these facts, but EVERYBODY in the KREMLIN is a THIEF, but who will cry for Unknown Mother-Russia-s brave boys? PUTIN?,,,25,000 Russian BOYS, for PUTIN!?

HOW to CHANGE, how to BREATHE "Freedom"; IVAN, NATASHA, let us keep a joyous world, international PEACE and NOT MISSILES landing on UKRAINE-S Soverigne motherland?...Best Calvalry in the World!....Sure wouldnt want my BUDDY-COSSACKS rampaging thru LOs ANGELES or Orange county. Might have to lock up my fair daughters!...a joke, right now. But we do not smile.

c.2022. dave delacroix.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/Belize, dave delacroix: "6 (SIX) degrees of Poverty."

 OUR MAN in Europe, dave delacroix (IN Belize): 6 (SIX) degrees of POVERTY.

(dedicato: LERMAN....my Corozal Bartender.)

WHO CRIES OUT FOR the lesser Man/Woman who SCRUBS my floors or does my Hair? Who sings a solliliquy for the Scribe who Immortalizes my faux-pas or lends me HIS ink that I might ridicule both our pathetic existence, how we prevailed, how we died with POETRY, that stuff which makes knowledge palatable? And a Legacy, Cultural, Historical, all Life-s Victims, the DEVIL in our conjected imagination to fill the Faith-Blank, Religion, the curse-seed of a thousand wars insinuated into Politic devise and Love-s entice beyond the fathom of our inner-selves?

WHO CRIES OUT for the lesser Man, the BABUSHKA, who spat U out, made U eat, wiped your snotty nose; school fees? Made U go in some genetic, a blind faith that wouldnt pay for her Soul cept inside her own pregnancy? And the experience Crews, U encountered, come & gone, seasons passing, to beat their drum, the holler, the HORROR, or the sanguine heart that wither-s in age and occidental, that upset river that seeps, like Noah-s flood which SWARMS, usurps, drives memory into remembrance of all U sowed and, in consciousness, from which U cannot escape.

 Can weeping, remorse, make U cry for yesteryear or the deviled-hollow of your old bones beside the poverty, once shared, U might have known? An OLD SONG, a remembered chord, a voice, a silhouette, some banquette chime, a fatal BET or a welcome kiss, now disdained like a strangers souvenier or too many journeys or that ONE U never made at all, the lesser Man, the lesser ALL, unfolding into what and who U R. Who cries out for the UBER-MENSCH? Certainly not me. Lesser mortals, I fear, weep for Me. Those DEAD, bones & dust!

c.dave delacroix. Corozal, Belize. 2022. 

OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE, dave delacroix: "PUTIN-S ROAST."

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, DAVE DELACROIX...a Pushkin Poet...: "PUTIN-S ROAST."

DASA VEY DANYA MARIUPOL, ODESSA, farewell missile-struck PLAY/CHILDREN centers, towns OLD VILLAGES where OLD PEOPLE now Refugees, carrying Flour, Beans, Corn, Lentils struck down by KREMLIN 1950-s MENTALITY and blocked INTERNET, gather collective PROPORGANDA, who tells the TRUTH, the WEST or the ROBBER BARONS....who DENY Freedom of Speech? IF RIGHT is on your side then OPEN CONVERSATION/Freedom of SPEECH? PLASSEBA my Brothers/SISTAS; NOBODY gets out of this GIG with Honour, cept the yearning for an OPEN Society....Meantime, please STOP the RUSSIAN MISSILES/INVASION of a Soverign Country, the Ukraine. U pick on the U.K., our SUBS will blast MOSCOW. Dont fuck with England. PUTIN-S ROAST? Please take care of your LATEST (Ivan the Terrible) idiot! Thanks. Many Countries, the KIDS in the U.K.? Our Cultures demolition is BETTER than YOUR Fascist-Tyranny. DEATH to us ALL but WE, as with HITLER, we will FUCK U. So slurp your BOSCHT. PUTIN! Our hugs to our Friends, the Russian People.

c.dave delacroix.

Our man in Europe/BELIZE: "GIRL..hiding behind her hair."

 GIRL, hiding behind her hair.

SHE POSES HER LOCKS, a switch, drift, a cast aside perfected by 10,000 years of practise like her elevated shoes, lipstick to resemble a Vaginas invitation? She POSES her blond curving locks, profile, full-frontal that dances the light off her cosmetic insinuation which ALL sorry lads in the Spring of their youth; INEVIT ABLE, fools for Natures grace. She poses her INIMITABLE profile in her long last high heel days that now Nature, abandoned, yet steely-eyed she stoops to conquer, her living  REMAINS, a Mother, Sister, Daughter to vanquish. (Femininity IS Eternity, ergo we R HERE!) Alas poor Knight (in Armour, probably LOITERING)...Domestic WARS; the love we feel. GIRL, hiding behind her hair. In a long lost sunlit meadow, still a fool... I beheld her golden yesterday as U 2 R bewitched? Catch LOVE when U can!

c.davedelacroix. Internet Porn & happy at last!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix: "C-est la Vie."

(Dedicato: Jean Debats, Le Marquis)

COME YE ALL to France to pillage, lay Sword on Sword, drink the sweet wine and suckle on repasts, now like  TOURISTS do today where IMPRESSIONISTS lay on lay.

Come Ye all to France once WARRIORS bowed their long-bow, yesterdays artillary-arrowed night into day like DRONES in the Ukraine, a PISS. Russian Missiles?

Come all ye to France. Everyones broke. Dont pay Taxes if U can help it.. Folks keep gettin bein BORN,  GETTIN MARRIED; outside of FAMILY (poof) we put them in the ground, the good EARTH, where else, our tradition? MERDE!!! Yes. We cry!

Come Ye all to FRANCE where LIFE was always kosher; live and let live: smell the Roses! A lovers kiss on a rainy Paris boulevard, your witness to infinity, leastways savour?..cest la vie. No-one will EVER know your sollilliquely, its TONE or your Night-s goodbye that whispers, sometimes SINGS a Marseillaise or the BERET we throw into the air like our LOVE, so easily cast away.

c.davedelacroix. (Bloody laptop spell-thingy)

Our Man in europe, dave delacroix/in belize: "On a Putin String."

 Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix/in Belize: "On a Putin String."

ON A STRING, your LOVE, that BI-polar thing, the Warrior, POET, the dude who would buy U a ticket for the Movies and wait for U, 2 hours in the rain?

On THAT thing. The fresh-faced LAD, felt it his RUSSKI  DUTY to FIRE (UKRAINE) missiles into a Sovereign Land, kids, Moms, Casualties; nobody in the KREMLIM without a HOT WATER BOTTLE to keep them warm at night. In Kviv? I just paid a $100 for my flat-screen!?...U BLEW IT UP???? My Apartment in Mariupol, the CITY no-longer EXISTS!!!?..Who will buy me a new Kitchen? .. Putin? JAIL for YA-YA-STOP the WAR!?...Anyhow? Why not Stop it! NOBODY should be shot/killed? They have LIVES! They have GIRLFRIENDS! They have A LIFE/FUTURE?..but on PUTINS string?

ON A STRING my PITY, my PRAYERS go to the YOUTH, UKRAINIAN TOWNS destroyed and my HATE for the 1950s RUSSIAN MENTALITY thru GREED will resist; any Government that DOES NOT allow FREEDOM OF SPEECH...is IN the hands of THIEVES! ODESSA next? Spread the word!

On a STRING, GOGOL, PUSHKIN, "DEAD SOULS"; Any which WAY-PUSKIN we W|ILL blow your TYRANNY to D|UST..... EVIL, your Bank Accounts. POOF. On a string! I am ONE YEAR older than U and I WILL see U DEAD or DEPOSED!...on a  ROPE or a string!..That THINGY that TYRANTS, usually fear most. Lady Macbeth, or that bigger bitch STALIN (INVISIBLE but with COURAGE) who will cut off your Balls before U destroy OUR World.

c.davedelacroix./presently residing, aged 66 in Belize.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix: BELIZE, Caribean Dude in Sandals/White Guy!.."ALL the Scars that GO with U.!"

 Our Man....dave delacroix...BELIZE..."All da SCARS that go..."

ALL THE SCARS, souveniers (long spell)..that go with U, French, KROL, German, UK, OLE!, that MEGA-Lingua-Squid to drag US (EUROES) into our blood-depth of kisses? Universal-GREED?

NO PUTIN WAR, maybe HE goes invade Siberia!? Nobody there?...(No money?) PLEASE leave UKRAINE alone. WESTERN EUROPE, Friends? WE have CULTURE, Rock N Roll, COCAINE-ADDICTION/McDonalds/Credit cards)....and some MISSILES that will RE-arrange your OLIGARCH/banking PALS; PUTIN? U cannot BEAT WORLD GREED, we PEONS, COSSACKS, PLEBS, our LOVE & DEath....(Nice Suit)...THE IDES OF MARCH, we will DIE before  U R in CONTROL!...Your WARDROBE will be Incinerated. (Thought?) Please send your excess SUITS to me in Belize? I will Auction them to finance local Kids Scholarship?...(Before WW3?)...Or lose weight and look groovy-Russki!?...(Vlad! Dave Selfie!?)

All the SCARS of a TAXI Driver who became a SPY and GOT a JOB in the KREMLIN...I am 66 going ON 67....I  am ENGLISH. Russians ARE my Brothers, Girls & Boys. STEP DOWN Comrade!!!...The WAR destruction/babes, Moms/casualties/STOP THIS MADNESS!...Vladimar? I KNOW U R a cool 66 yr old like Me? We want TRANQUILITY?...Let it go!

ALL the SCARS we cuddle, our BABIES we |BANDADGE  in fright; WHO if I cried out would SENSE in ELECTRIC, the dynamic, lesser Mortals herald, war-scape, wounded, half-buried, Poetic heroes, Volunteers and the WAILS of UKRAINIAN GALS for their Boys yester kisses years? HOLD YOUR OWN SOVREIGNTY BORDERS, "respect  your Soverign Neighbors. Eastern Ukrrain? Mariupol? ALL OBLITERATED? ODESSA? Hoping my RUSSIAN FRIENDS are getting the real NEWS; School Houses destroyed by Russian Missiles. Russian TROOPS do NOT want to FIGHT this GIG. RUSSIAN PEOPLE objecting to this WAR R being SILENCED/Imprisoned. ANY Society/CULTURE that OUTLAWS "FREEDOM OF SPEECH" is IN the hands of ROBBERS/GREED....A MAFIA....WORKERS (sic), Intellectuals, COMMON SENSE COMRADES, beware of Instant Friends. CHANGE begins at Street-Level. DO NOT PARTICIPATE (affect laziness). All they can DO is BEAT U...but PUTIN is ALREADY doing it TO U by your Social INDIFFERENCE...(Presently, for HIS SCUM, positively)...Keep it up. INERTIA, YOU, your KIDS  in the MILITARY (Brave lads!) will de-enfanchise these present day CZARS, freeze their BANK ACCOUNTS, Globally, and anally force feed these TYRANTS/Guillotine, their TERROR of OPPOSITION (Jailed Heroes?)....

ALLthe SCARS, RUSSIA AND ENGLAND, (1940-45) when BOTH countries/people hungry for   SCRAPS of food, MEAT-GREASE, ANY kind of Bread; Milk was a luxury.

In the mid 1960s I was parked into a CHILDRENS HOME for a YEAR and 1 Month where the "Custodian" (Miss Harvey/Heavy set 30 yr old single Bitch) would BEAT US for wetting bed, etc. She Took us to see the Movie THE SOUND OF MUSIC....Twice!....HER fantasy, not Ours?...I was out-adopted by loving/rich foster parents thank god. But the SCARS, U bury, later drink the Wine? SECURITY?....POLITICALLY?.... RUSSIA!.....BIG PLACE!.....Maybe LEAVE EUROPE alone, like CHINA...to Sleep?....What SCARS does PUTIN have to consider INVADING a neighboring SOVERIGN COUNTRY....The Sovereign Peaceful Country of UKRAINE?... Maybe PUTIN had a "MISS HARVEY"?....Childhood ABUSE? We must, for Tomorrow-s Children-PEOPLE: we must never pass on!

All the Scars of Yesteryear, the coldest Winters we had ever known that wrecked our sinew, broke our spirit rotted our Soul or mired our vista sullied our goal that THEM the afflictor we now bury in their hole! For Now, for forever.

ALAS! East of BERLIN, Russia, the Balkans, where WORLD WARS are SEEDED, making the Middle-East JEWS-ARABS lookin, as always like the ETERNAL Hatfield & the McCoys despite sharing the same Moonshine?

ALL, finally, the Scars that GO with U...my Dearest, as WE trenchant to our late hour "sticking post and in Life-s repose, HAUNTED by every mis-deed memory for INTELLIGENCE (Cursed!) will NOT let U GO, reaping/sowing whoosit, nobody (certainly not me) gets DAILY to memory ATONE in Conscience and in the 11th hour when POETRY/SONGS derange the mind but all my GUITARS, lost, donated, stolen, hanging on some overseas bar wall...but no bother. Mementoes, UN-forgotten. Stuff U cant SHARE with Russki PUTIN, bigshot someplace. He used to be a Taxi driver. I got to be a POET. 2 Blokes in this Chaos. Tryin to make a GIG out of all the SCARS we carried and..hopefully...try not to share?

c.davedelacroix. Corozal, Belize.:...dave on bz patrol.               

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, now IN Belize: "The Caye tide Running."

 OUR MAN (gasp!) in Europe, dave delacroix, now in Belize: "The Cays tide  Running."

...THE CAYE RUNNING TIDE that usurped our beach desires, the ILLUSION U record, U take Home, "Jahziel", "Fariyeh", Carribbean-KRIOL like anti-COVID Injections: 

Do inoculatuions protect U from TYRANNY, the Robber Barons in WASH. D.C., the KREMLIN, or the FRICK selling U over-priced  Potatoes!?..

The CAYE-RUNNING-Tide that U know? What WAS that ambivilant swimming costume U were wearing? Yet, I forget. My lovely. I was swimming with U.

JANUS in the Afternoon;

BY GUILT & Conscience. RIGID in lamentation & desperate HOWL to hollow the belly, your inner beast that STALKS?

BY INTOXICATION & despair, hand in glove a JANUS flair that seeks retribution in the Name of Honour, Pride, THE GOOD, the stare?

BY SHARED YOUTH in Infancy the leprosy of IN-adequacy that patrols adulthood-JANUS within, a genetic CLOAK, icing, our RAGTIME days?

IN TERROR, ENRAGED, diabolical EX-posing a GOD GREEK (Janus) face, a chrysallis-cognition that disolves all logic, destiny FATE, the complete DEVIL in your Belizean...THE CAYE RUNNING TIDE...the Love we fail to Honour?...Where do U COMPLETE me as I fail U?...Like the Caye running tide. S-where we R and S-what we do! And IN a running tide? No prisoners!

c.2022.dave delacroix. Corozal, BZ.

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Our Man in Europe/BELIZE: Dave Delacroix: "WE R our Shadow..."

  Our Man in Europe/BELIZE, dave delacroix: "WE R OUR Shadow."

We R OUR Shadow, our existential 2nd-guess, I frown, U grin, I lost my tuxedo but YOU in YOUR crystal-art-deco damask splendour, defying tomorrow-s pyschic El Dorado/will worrie me; I have NO shadow; I was educated to achieve a SHOUT, but not a SCREAM? Dressed to kill? A Sonnet!

WE are OUR Shadow...that Concubine, a silhoute to our bravado, loyal encumbent, that living skeletal coil which we drive with blood, muscle, nerves and sometimes STEEL to issue a KISS, a transmutation HENCE our Shadow. Our death or victory lies in its exultation?

You and all your bloodlines laid bare. If U step into the light? Wise men, all dead, as I step into tomorrow-s Uniform, my shadow in obeyance.

c.dave delacroix. Corozal, BZ.