Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Fat Margo."
HER LAST GREAT AFFAIR, she could do no wrong, that menopause, that urgence, that throng. That LAMIA coil, one last time, writhing she had to BE strong. That Girl now a great Lady, a need to sing her song.
That Period Pimple once upon her face now vanquished as times, now erased. No Ovulating, no bleeding, no trace of who she was. Her last great affair...a lonely maiden's song; she sings of tomorrow but mostly of yesterday... whence minstrels would court her & gather round and life seemed so gay.
Come-come U Dances! Come play!
Her last great affair, a dagger to her heart! AGE! An inner elopement confounded, a tribal/Clan surrounded, yet then, when the bounder-suitor's absconded, last heard: No fixed address, killed, cutlass/pistole with Kip Marlowe (playwright) in a London South River bar?
Close friends whisper: "I told u so?"
Her last great affair, a Nunnery bound. And ALL this took place before, a posey Romeo & Juliet, Paris & Helene, Abelard & Whoopsies, serious stuff/history, her last great affair REVERBS and leaves tears on the ground. Message in a bottle? Maybe a ghost-Email, Time-Travel; Loves wormhole?
"TO THE NUNNERY-WENCH!", Mediaeval songs sing. Fat Margo. Brothel Ma'am. Whose last great affair do U sing of now? Leaving the rest of us - a kind of Loving - in this WORLD BORDELLO ...where we ply our trade.
c.2026. Jan. Dave Delacroix.
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