Our Man in Europe...In MEXICO...The Cancun Diaries, No.27: All the Lonesome.
ALL THE LONESOME, the Losers, the deadbeats, the Homeless Wrecks, the forgotten WANNABEES, the Sad Saps who sleep on cold Parking Lot, Concrete stairways...Maybe U gotta sandwich, a Burrito, a PINT, and in your Pocket-book, a Super-market Discount Card which U can WAVE at Social Suspicion, get a seat on a Trolley, a repose in a warm Institution, the Library, City Hall on a cold Winter-s day -being a PART of the GIG, the City-s Metro Drum that BEATS, heart-pulse, IN-devisable from the STIGMA of Societies OUTSIDE and UN-belonging; As all the Lonesome. YO! There-s a PLACE for US. There-s a Place for Us. There-s a PLACE!, yet this Place for which we yearn is bereft of a Mirror-s reflection and all the Multitudes, a good Rabbi surmises, by human device, came too much too soon?
c.2021. davedelacroix. calle yalahan, cancun-mexico.
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