OUR MAN in BELIZE, dave delacroix, No: 112: " POWER CUT. "

OUR MAN in BELIZE, dave delacroix, No: 112: "Power Cut." 

After the POWER CUT, 1 hour in the DARK every body was kissin somebody ELSE?

 The really BIG PALM TREES in the yard were masturbating frantically. (My weird insight) Naturally, lonely DAVE, I had nothing to DO with it; suggestions, lets go to the sea shore/ some BOD says: "CROCS", I replied, "New soles on my SOUL might BE an idea?" -some chuckles, and AS they were all "lights-out" smooching I emmersed my aging rectus in the sangour-torquise bay, fearing not man nor beast, a cererbal encyclopedia of western civilization, a gift to a cayman/crocodile for all I cared? The bayshore sea, warm as a mothers womb?

After the POWER CUT, the lights came back ON

 In the bay of Coraozal, Belize. I-d returned to my Villa but I could clearly HEAR the giggles turned to SCREAMS; no one died but the CROCS were, like life, on patrol.

Kissin in the dark? Sometimes the Crocs, god help us, but they ARE there! Like kissing in the dark?

c.davedelacroix, our man in belize, 2022.