Our Man in Europe/Belize: dave delacroix: MALIBU, homeless with a Spanish Guitar?

 OUR MAN in EUROPE/Belize: dave delacroix: MALIBU, Homeless with a Spanish Guitar:  

What dd U EAT today? Were U roaming CRAMPS like a Vampire in NYC lookin for "something" to EAT? In a city; HUNGER. Easier to get a glass of Fentanyl than a HAM on RYE? DUMPSTER-DIVING ain't what it used to be. (I'll get back to U)

What did U EAT today? That DREAM fluffy bread-roll laden with sliced HAM, tomato-slices, butter/mayo, Dijon? EQUAL to LOVE'S first bite? Back beyond starvation, the gruel roads that now deliver U into physical-hysteria, to grope for a throw-away biscuit in a Malibu parking-lot?

What did U EAT today, a KNUT HAMSUM, a KAFKA without a "Menu de Jour" in faraway spoilt Paris. A bottle of Vin-de-table, That Cafe de perfume to drive U to eat ROCKS, SEAWEED, the rags that U wear? Malnutrition. Emaciated! When U stare at the GUITAR that carried U to this abyss and succored-WAIL as-to the next Song U might compose in MALIBU, this land of Stars?

A paper napkin. LOL. Flutters across the parking lot. A $5 bill! Next minute? Dume Room Bar. BOB DYLAN sitting, next chair. I un-load my $5, hunger-gone and buy a whoosit of Budweiser! My Spanish Guitar? In a corner, in the shadow with my hunger.

What did U eat today? Ask me tomorrow. 

c.davedelacroix, all our yesterdays. yo.