OUR MAN in EUROPE, dave delacroix; "HAPPY-DAYS" No.1: "All my Guitars."

OUR MAN in Europe, dave delacroix; "Happy Days!" No.1: "All my Guitars."

(dedicato: Oscar Pop/Steve Nover.)

...ALL MY GUITARS, begged, borrowed BOUGHT or Stolen, gifted, WISHED-UPON or just fell into your hands in a Career of STRUM? World famous Songs/ANTHEMS are born in such STOCK; a Divorce, a CRIME! A Revolution, a Loneliness? The day U put your LIFE down on the line?

All my Guitars, my ANCIENT Pals, whose CASES like a LAWYER, Ive, traveling, slept upon like a/sleeping-bag, hopeless progress, willing IT to deliver me by spontaneity into a ROAR of Praise, an audience of affirmation: THERE walked my brittle Guitars? THERE we were upon Life-s Stage?

All my Guitars, Stolen, purloined, Autographed, hanging on another NO-hopers Wall; broken pegs & Strings, no-longer a Creators magic Ring!? DULL (the Guitar) it cries! The Wrong hands! Where is the AUTHOR of my Majesty? Who wails MACBETH, ambitions-decree?

(Not a PEEP out of....Denver Joe?)

All my Guitars, fondness, love, in Madagascar, a faraway semblance, THAT AFRICA I tried to rise above, leastways  LIBERATE!? And all my long-gone GUITARS that STRUM in my troubled sleep, yet their collective AND IN-difference leaves ONE without the OTHER.... divided between a STRUM and the Words where once we met? All accolades fail and my Guitars, now still;  except this Song that permeates until my dying day.

WHO sing now? And WHO sings of UN-dying Love?

c.2022, dave delacroix, corozal, Belize (aged 66).