OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE, dave delacroix: "Only Mortal."
(dedicato: Daniel Velasquez Art.)
I DONT MIND dying. (Please make an Appointment!) Death slug-s momento, shufflin off this...pret a porter... off Nature-s rack OR checking on the state of my Boxer shorts; when U croak, everything does! Humility in Passing? Relax. Gone with the Wind. Nazi Death Kamps, Holocausts; even the Waterloo Battlefield scavengers earnt their Ducats: Read Victor Hugo! Being DEAD stinks, s-why? like BEER, our DEPARTED R kept on ice...night & a day till interment... Leastways, outside of Alaska. No worries THERE. There they foto your rictus of Death! And why not?...Uncle NANUTS last Foto! "He killed 6 Naw-whales!..."
"Aujordhuis ma Mere e morte", first lines from Albert camus-s "The outsider" having to....proprietry?...oversee his Moms dead carcass. That rotting Cheese. Your Man, Wife, Daughter, your LOVER! One day too, both U & I will be. Yet who WAS she? Your Mamma? How many Boyfriends? Did she like Django Reinhardt? Picasso? A Vegan Curry? -As her flesh & bones crumble and unleash her "diabolical", and as for HER remembered witticism, passion, hopes & Joy! Did she TOUCH U before the tragedy of her interment? And if she DID, vocally; will U sing her Life-s Song? I fear not. Maybe she left U MONEY!? There-s that. Yet, No worries. her loving embrace has ME-enthralled. I will seek her out in the IN-between twilight. With Joy? Perhaps?...LOVE shall transcend!...I-ll say YOU R doing just fine! What do U think?
c. 2022, dave delacroix. Only Mortal.
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