Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Metamorphosis!" (Apres Franz Kafka)
.... TIMES WE HAD in the world's capitals. Times we knew Kings, Princesses, the talented few? Times when we wallowed drunk, filled with Song & Rhyme to beguile the Beguiled, the Queen of Diamonds, those so-called ACES!?
As for the King of Clubs, we unlocked his empty golden hoard. Seemed simple! Nothing there. And the Queen of Spades; her spells? A trick bag! Yet the Jack of Hearts, your Achillies heel? (Stay away from cards!) Solitaire is a game, nobody watching, U can cheat, no fiscal worries.
Times we had, Alexandria & Rome. A worthy conundrum, a social Washing Machine; unseen AGITATOR, Spin-Dry, a cycle, a Truth that make U Lie...perhaps to save a Soul? -Spin, spin, spin! (Somehow, like spiders we spin?). Caravaggio! Michaelangelo!
TIME WAS we had a Bi-polar resonance, a "metamorphosis", history's BUD un-leashed, a chrysalis beyond Fate's reach but now just WHO herald's Nature's solvency? NO SMOKING in a British/Irish Pub! No slugging a can of beer on the streets of L.A. What next? Islamic No-Kissing in public?
TIMES we endured bitter loneliness. Beggars can't be choosers & faint heart never bought a lottery ticket nor a fair maiden's heart. In legal terms U were probably born bankrupt thru no fault of your own. Ducats, ducats, ducats! Greed, Man's benzine history!
...Alas, who WEEPS for the Broken, the village Fool, bound into solitude or sold into slavery or servitude, a zillion Victorian house maids WAIL!? A farm gal dreaming of some city where all our illusions fail.
A lock of her hair, a leaf pressed in her diary, a farewell E-Mail, some pithy token, a souvenir, just how we look back. And all our yesterdays, could we have done something more to metamorphose into a thing of awe?
...ONE MORNING, Calander pages whipping by, I woke up, looked into my mirror & found I'd turned into a giant INSECT!!!
c.2026. Dave Delacroix. Corozal-Belize.
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