Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "A MIRROR for your Song!"

 Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "A Mirror for your Song" -in 4 parts

It's confusing. The PIE on the Gate! Or never buy a Car on Monday or Tuesday or the day after the "Superbowl". And "Wish-Willy-Lizard!" -the clutter in your mind.

(1)

(Song begins/après' "The Windmills of your mind.": NEVER-ENDING, never beginning, sand-footprints on the shore, UN-expected, resurrected, that MEMORY won't GO. When that Hippy chick just grabbed U by the balls; squeaking, U exclaimed "I love U!" and passed out on the floor. Like the secrets U may find in the clutter of your mind.

The PIE hanging on the gate or just when to buy a Car, wishing "Willy-GECKO", somehow a misfit fate? Do U rage 'gainst "outrageous fortune"...or simply masturbate? The secrets U may find in the clutter of your mind.

There's no REASON, there's no SEASON to be understood, the Winter of our discontent, a blow upon a skull; an un-conscious DIVINITY like the secrets U may find, some lax-a-day epiphany perhaps... in the clutter of your mind.

(2)

DEMENTIA in the Afternoon, that GAL eye-contact who comes to SWOON and U don't remember her name, her fame surpassed U in the tide of Time like the "Big Lebowski", s-where we abide.

Dementia at the CARNIVAL where Clowns rule, intelligence be-gone, yet that intrinsic magic uncertainty floats like a "lost weekend" U once enjoyed, a "le WHOOSIT de temps perdue/Marcel Proust" getting outta bed & going to the "loo" asking were U a wise man or were U a fool.

Is nothing left, a lone battery, some offshore lighthouse in the fog, that woman U lost, the one that got away, a brotherhood broken, some silly thing, now all is clouded like dementia in the afternoon.

(3)

ON A HAPPY NOTE, I don't like living alone. No-ones THERE! No Internet. I don't live on a Phone. (It's RINGING! Can U hear it? I ain't picking that sucker up!!!) And no one comes visit, a vacant stare, far from the madding crowd, once my bone; is it laundry day?

Drink up and BE Somebody!!!

(4)

...My love made me a seafood curry with rich brown rice. I was out all day with business & worry. When I came home, she wasn't there, food all prepared on the kitchen table, poppadum', naans, the song.

...The ticking grandfather clock, the aching of cloth curtains straining in the breeze. The time went by as I surmised my Love had said "Goodbye". YUP! And as "Man is FOLLY" (somebody wrote), whisky on the shelf, I smashed a mirror for a song.

c.2025. Dave Delacroix/Happy Christmas folks!

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