OUR MAN in BELIZE, Dave Delacroix, No: 104; MISSISSIPPI QUEEN
(apres MOUNTAIN/Band...for Marc Pierson)
YOWSA, there goes my BRAIN, arms & legs sure to follow; the ONLY WOMAN I EVER LOVED culled me into a TOLSTOY Cull-evermore! What could go WRONG/what was EVER to go wrong, the bad-twitch of my heart, the TREMOLO of a genius thought?
How/just did I become Love's BAD BASTARD where Pappas/COUSINS/6 generations LATER still wanna GROUND my Soul into dirt? Surely, I wasn't that bad? Surely, I too had a heart? Tradition is ONE thing but a CURSE; we gotta talk?
Sweet 16 and SPLENDOUR-in-the-grass, they made a movie; the GAL an emotional victim, bloody SALLY straddled my ass!?
Must-a been tough METABULIZING-SEXUALLY in the Cities; Country-matters, no such scruples; Natures call. Nature, free!?....No Country for Tee-total-ers or obsessed Sanitary/Non-smoking Pads!? The STENCH of ARISTOCRACY whisps through Social-Cannablism: English garden Parties/grinding dentures!
A le recherche du temps perdu; SHE was my Mississippi Queen and I was her Mississippi Gamblin'Man. 1960's Yorkshire, England. I played CRICKET and she laundered my Whites! (Spell bloody MSSI!)
And NOW, on death's door, MELLANOMA, or "failed-Dick-Syndrome", I worry History with this epistle like all good Poet's should; thinking the Chain-Smoking/whisky-slugging ANGELS smile?
c.2021, dave delacroix. Fuck U WOKE-folks!!!!....late nite post.
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