OUR RIGHTEOUS MAN in BELIZE, dave delacroix/david michael Oxley: "It's all over now Babee-Blue!"

 

OUR Man in Belize, "It's all over Now..."

"It's all over now Babee-Blu? It's all over, no Trumpet/7th Cavalry to save the day from those "pesky" locals; Vikings, GAULS, Aztecs, Mayan-bastards, Vandals, punks from Chicago-South-side, Darkies, the Homeless? Jury's still out on Albanians, Sicilians? Muslims catching a FLIGHT? Stress-City!

Its All-over NOW Babee-BLUE, the Color-blind, the SWINES with WEIRD Scottish or IRISH names/accents, how can U trust these bastards? Apparently, Egyptians & Israelis are the MOST mid-east Racist pieces of crap U can encounter regarding their immediate Neighbors? Both regard themselves as top of the heap? 

It's all, yowzah, all over, BABEE-BLUE until some PIED-PIPER of HAMLEIN shows up, grabs everybody's KIDS, take Em away so THE HATE can dissolve?  But what family would sacrifice their KIDS for WORLD PEACE?

It's all over now Babee-Blue? I got (diagnosed) weeks to live. No worries. It's all over NOW (for me) Babee-Blue...Dave-Adieu. Shallom U lunatics! Allah-Akbah? Quit Medaevil-masturbation! Hang the LAWYERS & BURN the PRIESTS!...Y-all might just make it.

Our Man in Belize. Dave delacroix/david michael Oxley, Corozal, Belize.

OUR MAN in Belize, dave delacroix/david michael Oxley, "CASTAWAY."

 OUR MAN in BELIZE: "CASTAWAY."

It's not OVER dear Heart, though wagons of Time roll horizons into well-deserved oblivion, nor friendship vacuum and ambitions dissolve, fine-point, script into verbiage, no wit, joke, laughter, a cunning smile? ALL is UN-lost as it was never uncovered. Yesterday. Footprints. Beaches. Places for a campfire. Idiots and Sunsets. 

It's not over Cheri. Love's BLOOD clings to your mortal coil like sickly virgin olive oil. The stuff stone-ground heralded by yellow-tongued Vipers. U can meet them. Or maybe YOU. Are one? Do U slither?

It's not OVER, over, over, like a frozen un-crashing WAVE; an emotion that singles U out, extends U the spray... but will NEVER release U, to dance, shimmer, on a paradise beach where the braindead trace footprints... and then, yet, to withdraw again, the beach, out of reach?

It's not OVER my love? Never! Locked-eternal, as we R in Love's-THORN matrix? A Calypso in the AIR, unattainable like a shooting star!

c. 2023, sept. dave delacroix/david michael oxley, corozal, belize.