Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, in Belize, No.27: Rilke
HOW I LEARNT to kill a Man, how I learnt to smoke a Cigar, how I learnt to ask U how to dance, how I learnt to watch PEOPLE die? How I learnt to travel, be conversant, all the willing Virgins gone on by; who, if RILKE cried out, his angels echo?
WHO, if I conceived, conceptuously, concepts, bambinos in Harlequin hats, dancing through the fore-thought of your...cerebelum/skip dat ska beat? Who KNOWS your Genius footstep?
How U dance in FEVER, your INER Lamia that coils round my wanton Innocence over which, every weekend, I have no Control?
c.2021, dave delacroix. Corozal-Belize.
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