Our Man in Europe/BELIZE, dave delacroix: "If I am forgotten."
(dedicato: Amori Sylvia-Freiburg-Germany)
As I curled, twisted, THRONGED, acted diabolical, treacherous, sycophant-lunge to beg forgiveness, CRAWLED, succored, wailed, spun wiles, told jokes, spat-and-hissed, GUFFAWED at FATE, torn my fave T-shirt to pieces, SWORE I'd kill myself or blow UP the Houses of Parliament, still U even-eyed my despair which left me with no place to run?
As I POGO'd, LERCH-danced, thought of a new tune, Poet, an ENTIRE Play, a Book-SAGA, a complete-CONDENCED History of the WORLD, its foibles, great love stories, Romeo & whoosit, Isolde & Abelard, Jimmy & sue in Manchester, Boston, Lyon, Torino, Copenhagen, with triple-guitar, HARPS, true as Trollius & false as Cressida; whotchagonnaDO when all I got is bluff or BLUE?
As I wallow in schemes, themes Kit Marlowe or sweet WILL would awash hands, worse still in Diver's hands, Villion, Blake, they SCREAM the IRON in the turning of life's screw, iron-maiden-clasped to seep guilt's blood on cold-stone floors that tortures love's liar & fool s like a fitful Harlequin?
Who EVOLVED the rascal, fool, the villain in your heart? Who frets and/or paramours, indelicate across life's guilty stage: Debutantes swirl? Partners glean and lie? Who steals your heart? Sadness, bitterness. Or a song in your Soul? Forget HEARTS! If I am forgotten, if I am forgotten in my hour of need? Bela don't forget me? But then, as I forget you, best still, as time goes by? Our forgetting is our Love.
c.davedelacroix, our man in europe/belize/july-2023
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