Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, IN BELIZE, No.6: One Night in Cancun.
dedicato: Vince Manta.
IT WASN'T THE TRIDENT of Lightning, nor the RICTUS of Death in the sky? Nor the Alcoholic-toothy GRIN, those Egyptian Eyes that madden or thingy, ASKED WHY, when I ordered U a TAXI, "Lady I love U but THIS ain-t IT?" And U giggled all the way to the Taxi kerb-side and PACO, the driver, said: "Dave!!! Not again!?"
IT WASN-T the frickin Trident, or a symbol of Minerva, Jupiter, or the MOON: those GIGS U fever-over, sweat dogs, or SCREAM, "Babee? I-m just a LOON, that BIRD, that thing,,..in THIS case, too OLD to swoon, my Credit Cards R busted?"....In Spanish?...One Night in Cancun? And just WHO believes U when U say: "Yo! Call me Tomorrow."
It wasn-tthe trident of lightning, the DEVIL in the Sky...Go fill in the BLANK of your Midnight Eye.
c.davedelacroix. Corozal, Belize. March, 21.
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