Our Man in Corozal-Belize, Dave Delacroix: No: 58: "OUR ULYSSES"

Our Man in Corozal-Belize: dave delacroix, No: 58: "Our Ulysses." 

ALL OUR HOARY goods, our yesterdays, all our flits and UP-skirts, our CHAPTERS UN-written/forgotten that lie now in the belly of SUB-conscious, all our TREACHARY, our betrayals of Self & fellow Man; our Ulysses, a life's carving of a Wooden Horse to spaghetti-umbilical-intestinal bile and Result?

ALL OUR MACBETH, the curdled dream of CRICKET GAME WHITES, on an English pastoral, smeared with red to browning BLOOD, a backdrop of Witches, NAY! NAY! FIE! -to upset cups of tea and cucumber sandwiches; a Knighthood or a a decapitation?

ALL OUR SERVITUDE that came to NUTS, the cow-towing, the presented stepping-stone, a  CLOAK over a pool of Elizabethan MUD; Angels are pretty busy last I heard but not TOO busy to wink a Life's eye; and the UN-finished business of a Yesterday that NET to rebound a dishonest/Amoral Soul or Mind?

ALL OUR HOARY GHOSTS chatter, our COCK-SEEKING/PUSSY HUNTING by an inferno of rights, wrongs, does-don'ts... aside a candle over which man, beast or Spirit has no control? And in a Whisky bar's back room the ANGELS play "Texas Hold-Em"!?...A MONIED "inner-sanctum" and all the tales you have yet to PLEAD.

c.davedelacroix,our man in belize, 2021.