Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No. 48: "Charlie."

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No.48: "Charlie."

When the BOY KICKS or wipes U away... or the GIRL, in some scoundrels bed, or the friend who WASN'T, stabbed U behind, or a Political Cause, Usurped, left U, again, behind, and the Umbrella-Bank for a LOAN says "NO!"/when it rains or the "Times they R 'a-Changing" left U without a SONG, left U in the DRAIN and EVERYONE suddenly got that "thousand yard stare"; then U "CHARLIE", Charlie, can U lend me a Dime? Cause Charlie, Charlie  just don't SURF. A dude, a GIRL perceived with no spine! Charlie: the Boy, the Girl; circling OUT of time?

Maybe COOL in your 20's, 30's, 40's-GALORE but U'd better find your fixture in the WORLD'S  "Musical-Chairs" of your Folklore, that INNER-song where U belong, that VERSE, that CHORUS which GOD gave ya, C'OS Charlie, Charlie, U out on your own and Life's regrets assault your TIME like Piranhas!

Nibble-nibble!

When the Girl or Boy kicks, the GAL (or boy) says, "Hey Slick? Get outta here!" When the WORLD turns UP-side down and U got no Inter-net? Who U gonna cry to? To whom do U sing?...Maybe your last selfish thought? And all the WORLD, outside, goes around and round. Hey Charlie? "Hey watch Me, MOFO: I walk into my rainy oblivion!!!"

c.2021, dave delacroix.