Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Wings of a Dove."
(dedicato: Sylvie @ "Alter-Simon" tavern, Freiburg, Germany.)
"The Wings of a Dove."
...WE'RE ALL OUT OF ICE CREAM, we're all out of Love, we're all out of BISCUITS, the wings of a dove -that briefly flutters ABOVE our wants & needs, a crisis, those "Handbags" at 20 paces in a tavern or on Main Street. (No Prisoners!!!) WARS ain't over till we begin to Think; yet...
...Gelato/Ice Cream, a smear on your mouth, yet the sweetest KISS when life seems to go South? (Sonorous CELLO plays...) And then! The ICEMAN COMETH!!?
SUICIDE NOTES' forensics rarely exhibit traces of Ice Cream, a Coroner's confounding; not as if the dynamic of suicide calls for a "knees-up-Mother Brown". Where-as Journalists - gossip-columnists insinuate the ice cream/tragic-romantic aspect - SWING-SWANG-SWING! - but always leave out the BISCUITS; milk & Cookies exiled to a faraway land...Maybe a mention in the "back pages". Sushi & Salad absolutely VERBOTEN!
Did the Ice Cream delivery boy get reprimanded, hounded back to Minnesota, later to be vindicated 'cos his bicycle had a puncture PLUS he was occasionally epileptic?... (Letter from his doctor)'
The Ice Cream DELIVERY was TWO DAYS LATE. A Celebrity couple in the hands of FATE! WotchagonnaDO? "JISATSU!" -Japanese for: "this toothpaste ain't working out." As for DESTINY'S plan? HOOP-LA!!! Hollywood is FULL of "Ass-beans", they got no other place to go.
SINGING: We're all out of ice cream, we're all out of Love. And where R the BISCUITS!? (Munchie-Munchie! PECK! PECK!) The wings of a Dove. The wings of the Dove, which briefly flutters ABOVE our wants & needs, all in all a spectrum of a weekend's eternity. YUP! For now, I'll pass on dessert.
c.2025. Dave Delacroix. November-Corozal-Belize-Ave.-temp-86 degrees-F. Might need to put on a floral T-shirt. Pass me a Beer!!!
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