Our Man in Europe...IN MEXICO...dave delacroix: The CANCUN DIARIES, No: 23: CICERO (at the Bijou).

Our Man in Europe...IN MEXICO...dave delacroix: The CANCUN DIARIES, No. 23: CICERO (at the Bijou). 

AT THE BIJOU (Bar) BLUE MONDAY, a Glass or 2..of MODELO beer, like we do, in Cancun-City waiting for U.

At the BEE_JOU (bar-thingy), BLUES whoosits, Avenida Coba, traffic-JACOS! -racing by. Like a kiss for U; heading nowhere, of Mice and Men, the best laid plans.

At the BIJOU, "Si!" Another Modelo! Another Cantata: All Men become BOYS when they fall in Love. Latent Alcoh-Chain-smoking, avante-garde or SAD fashionistas! Gals too! Gals tante!

AT THE BIJOU, rumba-s Satanic guile in the rictus of Love-s despair; as all fools in love GRIND  Loves powdered crystalline as the music plays. HUGS. Selfies!

And only a FOOL will dance: CICERO, his Wisdom, his legalese hands NAILED, long ago,  to the Roman Senate door, HELPLESS in Love-s UN-reason ever after.

... At the Bijou. Surrounding a Lover-s mind. Again! Cicero-s hands, fingers, even in Death suggesting our perplexity...at the Bijou...our very own Pre-historic cavern, UN-discovered.

c.2021, dave delacroix.