Our Man in BELIZE, dave delacroix: No: 101: Kitchen Floor.

Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No: 101: "Kitchen Floor."

dedicato: Michael Durliat, esq.

A LONG DAYS DRINKING into night, that reservation, that residual of broken streaming, the O.K. Coral of your AWOKEN, where ghosts, nightmares wanna strut their stuff and the LIFE-REWIND tape of your memories come at U with a CLUB or inject yesterdays GUILT, the bum deals ya made with a Countess, a Society Belle, maybe a HORSE ya loved, a Maid?

A long days DRINKING, nobody who CARES would give a hoot without a Bill-fold, maybe a 2 week reputation, a clean pair of pants, or last nights hash-brown U can hold? And NOBODY loves U, seems like the last thing that CARED was the DOG U left on the Plantation, got wild, shot long ago? Remind me; Battle of Waterloo?

A long days WHOOSIT, EGO in control; beat down with RAGE then say "SORRY" for one or 2 days which don't even wear THIN in REALITY town, no babe wants to KNOW U when the money runs out and the CAPOS, Taxi, Valet, WIPE-YA-ASS groupies?

I wonder, wonder for THEM and U? 

A long days Drinking. Some COUSIN sent U a telegram from New York. Your "entourage" all a-glee but slipping on the hash-house kitchen floor!....Somehow U come clean.

c.2021`, dec. davedelacroix.