Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Corozal-Belize: COROZAL DREAMING!
(dedicarto: Ester Rodriguez)
ALL THE LEAVES R brown, yet the SKY is BLUE. I went to fix my PAPERS, mah Mommas documents too? But if I didnt WALK, or talk-that-talk? COROZAL-BZ DREAMING left me in the lurch?
All the Leaves (Immigration Office) R whoosit, like my HEALTH-CARE, SKIN-CANCER, PROSTATE-SITU, no-one cares?...No direction...QUEUE! Nobody got a QUEUE NUMBER, fight for RIGHT...to ENTER? And I Right, the Old Gal with KIDS in front oF U? GOTTA hit the TOILET: Prostate Boog-a-loo, the RE-JOIN, disabled, the QUEUE, sign a FORM, hit the TREASURU, then BACK to the IMMIGRATION boog-a-loo. queue Babee, got GRIT: In the HEAT can U QUEUE again?...No toilet in sight? Pick a NUMBER for DISPAIR?
All the leaves R brown. All the leaves R browN; that STAND in front of your sad-tropic-CITADEL! And the Civic-PATHOS.. U endow. When NATIVE upon BZ NATIVE somehow frown?
ALL the Manzettas are in full, burning bloom, the PALMS sway, BZ bambinos, like joyous swarms, run into the sea, gladly and wave back to U & Me!...Our reflection? Sometimes KISSES fail. The OLD we WAIL!!!
c.dave delacroix. Corozal-Belize.
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