Our Man in Europe/in MEXICO, dave delacroix, The CANCUN DIARIES, No.43: "COCO-BONGO".
Do I ask the beating Quintanno-Roo/Mexican SUN to quit on beating down OR ask a bambino not to demand it-s infantile Civil-Rights/ an EXTRA Habenero Chilli on its Burrito/ or "How come U didn-t wax my Boogie-board!?" Any which way: It-s Coco-bongo!...Facing Yucatan-Caribbean Waves? Even JESUS can WAIL!?
Do I explain to MY "Ay-Caramba"-Babee/Amorata, my Credit-Cards have just committed-Suicide/ will she still love me at Night/better still, over a "Bloody-Mary" over beach-breakfast? Yet GIVE me a fishing Pole, a jagged Spear that I may exert Love-s pulse/HARPOON tomorrow-s Dynamic; to cast a beach-flung NET; to re-capture her Coco-bongo? Will SHE still love me?
Do Lovers/ people-s KIDS, finding me in tropic evenings in some lost-souls beach TIKI-BAR re-writing the progress of One Man-s Tides? The BRO U share, the DUDE U sometimes hide? Nobody knows?...U/Me. Some other side. Any which way, LOST yet defiant? -And a dream, a wish, a twist of FATE, UN-cannily, served-Unexpectant on an UN-known plate; That GIG, that whisks U away to a MIRROR of your reflecting?
c.davedelacroix. CASA DAVE. Calle Yalahan, Cancun-Mexico: FEB-2021.
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