Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix. In Belize, No.4: The Mangrove.
DOWNSTAIRS they got Malaria, UPstairs I got a Sea Breeze, downstairs the Bugs R biting, UPstairs, some times a Sneeze; downstairs they got a quarrel, Upstairs Mister Lonely-Ville, fixing Coffee, a Curry, or a Cocktail or going Nuts... over U?
Downstairs they're MAKING PLANS like the Plans they should have done? Upstairs the Same-Old-Shit, the age-old GAME, lost before it was won? Downstairs? A flying saucepan!? UPstairs, commiserations, DOWNSTAIRS platitudes whilst Strangers passing by wonder just WHO was who?
DOWNSTAIRS in THEIR Cabana they hear Tropic winds zip by thru bending Palms trees, telegraph wires, a BELIZEAN-Mangrove of desire? Upstairs, a Laptop Light fails to attract the nighttime bugs that scatter in lieu of an approaching Hurricane.
c.davedelacroix, the Ides of March, Bayshore Drive, Corozal, Belize.
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