Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...ONLY the Dead

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix...ONLY the Dead.



Only the Dead...
can grab U by the GOOLIES
when ya half awake
to RAZE the colossus
of your GIG
and FIX
a mean, dark eye.

Only the Dead can KISS
your breath on a Night,
UN/expected
with UN/raging d-amour
like bad juice milk
from the TIT
of a Sophomore

Only the Dead
get UNDER your Skin
to undermine Fate,
destined, to CURDLE
the best laid plans
of Mice and Men,
that ANAL
in a Vaginal womb

Only the Dead KEEP
the light on at night
whilst U gamble your Estate,
your Wife
in a Lovers arms,
your Children, ergo,
in MINE
to Lullaby each passing
year, a toy for joy,
a BITE, a tear.

Only the Dead
gaze longingly,
IN/utter ably patient
for U to disappear...



c2018, davedelacroix,cafe porta Palermo, Sciacca, sicily.