Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix; Refugee: "On any Tomorrow."
In dah BEAT...of your LIFE? Whistle, Song, CHANT U can rhyme? In da BEAT of that life ya got, in the BEAT, someplace inside? Nobody can TELL, nobody outside a Wishing-well gonna come clean in dah BEAT of your Life?
In dah BEAT of your Life. Bus Ticket, Crashed-plane, Ships-ahoy? Hitch-hiking to the South of Maine? In the Beat-HEAT, wotchagonna-DO?... Not a feather in your pillow, your HEAD crashes into You? In the BEAT of your Night? Nightmares? Least of your worries.
In dah BEAT of your NIGHT, unfiltered, UN-blinking, frozen, sterile that ICES your "Happy-Hour" and scoops REGRETS, spoonful, into your waking hour that harrows the bone, withers the Soul and wails at your sad emancipation, kissing an ERA, a history, a perspiration on a window, wiped/dusted clean on any Tomorrow.
In dah HEAT-BEAT of your Night? Drums ROLL, circle into your INNER-eternity?
c.2023, June. davedelacroix, corozal-belize.
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